Chapter 4- Part 1 The trials and Tribulations of the Terrorists.
Chapter 4- Part 2 The trials and Tribulations of the Terrorists.
Chak, chak, chak, chak …chak, chak, chak, chak… Chalia listened to the rhythmic train wheels gliding over the rails. The endless rotating sound soothed him, like a recurrent chant, sending him in a meditative trance. His brain functions were shutting down. The weed took its full effect. A feeling of beatitude filled his whole being. He sat down next to the window, the wind blowing in his face, playing with the fur on his chest. Some remnants of sensations tantalised his mind for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and obliterated the feelings from psyche.
Chalia gazed at his beloved land, the paddy fields, the green tea plantations, …show more content…
Caged inside the metal box, cut off from the fertile life, he smiled wryly. Then frowned. From now on no one would die because of him or his men.
The cruel picture of Joy about to tear the baby’s nappy, streaked in front of his eyes. His muscles tensed. Then, he consciously relaxed, each muscle, each joint. He kept Joy, the youngest and the most vulnerable of the group, close to him all the time.
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Joy kept an eagle eye on the bundle of saris. It was easier to carry them enclosed in a white piece of cloth than a suitcase. They could carry the bundle on their heads taking turns. The bundle was their shield and weapon. All their arms were buries in the forest. They did not possess a knife or cutter. The little amount of money they had, was tucked in their clothes to avoid being robbed. They could not expose themselves in any way to the attention of the authorities.
Joy had no wish to go back home. He had no wish to live. He could not bear to see himself in the mirror. He could not die, he could not leave the group, not now, not ever. There was nowhere to
Chapter 4- Part 2 The trials and Tribulations of the Terrorists.
Chak, chak, chak, chak …chak, chak, chak, chak… Chalia listened to the rhythmic train wheels gliding over the rails. The endless rotating sound soothed him, like a recurrent chant, sending him in a meditative trance. His brain functions were shutting down. The weed took its full effect. A feeling of beatitude filled his whole being. He sat down next to the window, the wind blowing in his face, playing with the fur on his chest. Some remnants of sensations tantalised his mind for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and obliterated the feelings from psyche.
Chalia gazed at his beloved land, the paddy fields, the green tea plantations, …show more content…
Caged inside the metal box, cut off from the fertile life, he smiled wryly. Then frowned. From now on no one would die because of him or his men.
The cruel picture of Joy about to tear the baby’s nappy, streaked in front of his eyes. His muscles tensed. Then, he consciously relaxed, each muscle, each joint. He kept Joy, the youngest and the most vulnerable of the group, close to him all the time.
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Joy kept an eagle eye on the bundle of saris. It was easier to carry them enclosed in a white piece of cloth than a suitcase. They could carry the bundle on their heads taking turns. The bundle was their shield and weapon. All their arms were buries in the forest. They did not possess a knife or cutter. The little amount of money they had, was tucked in their clothes to avoid being robbed. They could not expose themselves in any way to the attention of the authorities.
Joy had no wish to go back home. He had no wish to live. He could not bear to see himself in the mirror. He could not die, he could not leave the group, not now, not ever. There was nowhere to