`` yes i know him , we used to play in his garden , he never liked it but also never stopped us , he helped my father at the time of crisis so he used to send food items nearly daily with me to his home , i was in a habit to find him in his room , he used to be very happy on seeing me as if i am his own son , he used to laugh with me like a friend on my poor jokes , we ate the dinner together many a times , on the night when he was killed , i was the last person who visited him , we did the dinner together , he was fond of my father 's dishes , on that night he was behaving differently . ''