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ETERNAL
SLUMBER
Ajay
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ETERNAL
SLUMBER
5
1) A CRY IN THE WILDERNESS!
There was a lot of noise outside.I got up from my bed to see
what is going on outside? I was just having a little rest after a
tedious session of what you may call as investigative journalism.
The evening sun was peeping through the windows drawing
enigmatic and gory murals on the adjacent walls, as if it was
the judgement day!.
"Maro saale ko, Kuthe bahar nikal …"
(Kill him, drag that dog out !) Yes there was a mob
outside, pelting stones and brandishing local armoury. I felt a
chill on my spine, what the hell is going on?
"Thud" a stone hit right on my temples, and its sudden
impact made me reel down, in agonising pain. A moment later
I gathered myself, ran towards the door, Somebody was trying
to break open the front door!
My profession as a journalist has earned me enough enemies,
The report on the recent massacre in the name of religion might
have kindled the spark, nay the lightning! I pondered,
Well, I had no further time to think. I heard people shouting,
wailing, howling, weeping, abusing from the yonder flats, as
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Unfortunately I was on the third floor. I could not see what
was happening near me, as the only way to outside world was
my front door, which was blocked, and straining to fl ee from
the hinges, at any moment due to the heavy pressure put on
it by the unruly mob craving for my blood? I realised that at
any moment the door may give way and I may be left with no
mercy at the belligerent gathering.
