Anchit
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Epilogue
They were gunned down.
All 20 of them. Without any chance to "surrender". They wouldn't
have. Why would they?
The police had
government orders and government
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No cameras. No media. Nobody knew who was who. No flash lights. No moon. One of
the major reasons, the night was chosen.
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had done the trick.
The Last Chapter
He
knew it was going to happen. It always did and NOBODY ever KNEW. He had been
restless whole day and when the moon like the earth turned his face away, he
knew.
He knew and he waited.
The Chapters before the
Last Chapters
He had gone to the university.
The first to do so in the village of 20. They were a small community. Rare.
Almost extinct.
Not like the LION who GROWLS and BITES; like
the dodo.
Hostel had messes.
Hostel had toilets. Hostel had beds in the rooms. Hostel had equality and
CARE-LESS-NESS.
He had not known food. He knew the
railway tracks where his grandfather was run over by a train when he had gone
to shit. They never talked of the distant relative who returned home naked one
night when she went out.
He learnt this was called
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OPPRESSION
He had rights. He could fight.
Having realized this, he started red. The next days were a blur.
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He admired them, till the sky broke; till through the hole, he saw the
heaven.
NO HEAVEN.
There was no guiding force and yet there was a fraternity
who worshiped, tranced. The high priests were there and there were shrines.
Only it wasn't empathy or even sympathy that guided them. His mother, one
night, had told him the story of a red jackal who had painted himself blue and
told everyone that he was special. Blue had been the real colour all over and
he was black. He couldn't do anything about it.
He returned home and he was scared. He
had seen the giant magnificent force that guided the civilizations, which
guided the evolution, which guided the universe. He now understood the
addiction it offered.
Power, one of his
professors had once said, is more potent than ten tablets of Viagra taken
together. He had known and he had waited.
At home,
everything was S C
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C E.
He had to slit throats of a lot of his dreams to make himself understand
that be it blue or red, black was always un-colored to put the other two on,
them being more vibrant.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time,
there was a village where lived happy people. The population was small; so they
lived like a happy family. They had beautiful mud huts and a lot of trees
around them. They never had to work for others. The forest next to their homes
provided them everything. The children kept playing whole day, the women sat
and talked. The men had for themselves, various recreational sports like
climbing tall trees and making boxes out of bamboo peels.
Prologue
Vaishnav
Jan to tene kahiye
Jay peerh paraaye janneyray
Par dukkhey upkar karey teeyey,
Jay peerh paraaye janneyray
Par dukkhey upkar karey teeyey,
man
abhiman na anney ray
They must be held as the
men of god,
who know the pains of
others,
who deliver the
oppressed from suffering,
but are never proud.