The Moon Was the Only Witness, the Road Stayed Silent: Brutality Unfolded on the Meerut-Bagpat Highway

National News: What happened on Thursday night on the Meerut-Loharu Highway, one of the busiest roads in the country, was not a road accident but a mass murder of humanity. The body of an unknown youth was lying on the road near Garh Mirkpur village, and vehicles kept passing over it the whole night as if it were a stone or some garbage and had no existence at all.

In the morning, when Ramkumar, a resident of Muqeempur, was going to Baghpat on his bike, he saw some pieces scattered on the road as if some animal had been crushed. But as soon as he went closer and saw, he was stunned. These pieces were of a human body. Only the palm and the toe were recognizable; the rest of the body seemed to have been trampled and destroyed throughout the night.

This wasn’t death, but it was a quiet, slow disappearance.

He did not scream, and no one listened. No one knows who he was or where he came from. But it is certain that he was a human. And what happened to him is not the cruelty of a film villain but the cruelest peak of our social insensitivity. A road where thousands of vehicles pass every hour. A dead body kept getting crushed there the whole night, but no one stopped or bowed down.

The police came, but humanity is still missing

The Bahalgarh police station reached the spot on receiving information in the morning. Even the policemen themselves shuddered after seeing the condition of the dead body. The body was sent to the civil hospital for postmortem, but the identity is still a mystery. Investigating officer SI Subhash says, "We are searching the CCTV footage, but identifying this dead body is the biggest challenge at the moment."

A case has been registered against an unknown driver on the complaint of a villager named Rajkumar. But the question is — is only one driver guilty? Or every driver who saw and turned his eyes away?

The sky became the witness; the road remained mute

This whole night, when a body kept getting crushed, the sky was the witness and the road remained mute. There was no camera, which could capture the moment of the first collision. There was no passerby who could hold his hand and say, Stop! There is a life here.

Who are we, when even a dead body does not stop us?

This news is not the news of a road accident but an alarm bell that shows the dead state of our soul. When a dead body lying on the road does not stop us, when crushing a dead body becomes a habit, then this is not a question but a moment of introspection.

This was not just a dead body—it was the last breath of our conscience.

The police will find out who that was, and perhaps the accused will also be caught. But what should be caught is our social consciousness, which has probably died completely with this accident.