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The orphanage

The orphanage.

This was what we all were waiting for. Baba was distributing our favorite diamond shaped milk sweets.
“He is giving only three this time” vishruth said.
“Yeah, only one more than last month” the sweets were a monthly distribution and it happened every Wednesday. Baba considered Wednesday an auspicious day, and every Wednesdays he fasted the day and only drank water at night and he would serve us food at lunch.
“Don’t worry, you see there” Vishruth pointed out at the huge sealed box of sweets at the corner.
“Today night, we will have the best time of our lives” he said as licked his lips several times.

Baba wasn’t our real Baba but he was like one. He founded the orphanage which we stayed in, it was because of him that at least we had a place to sleep and eat. I didn’t know it back then. We were around twenty in number living there but no one knew his name, we all called him Baba from the beginning. Later I found out that he was a retired army general and he spent all of his savings on the orphanage and on us. He was a great man and all of us loved him.
It was the perfect day, all of us were happy. I never wanted that moment to end.
Baba came to vishruth.
He handed out two diamonds.
Before Vishruth could open his mouth to argue.
“Last time you ate the entire box and I know you are planning something now also, isn’t it” Baba asked.
Vishruth was guilty and looked down.
Baba couldn’t do it; he gave the third one “Don’t eat too many of these”.
Vishruth nodded his head and smiled. He was still going to steal the sweets.
Just when he came to me, there was a sudden explosion. Our orphanage was being attacked by the naxals. They broke through the door and entered the hall. They were firing randomly. Vishruth called me to run, I followed him. We were heading behind the sweet boxes. It could easily accommodate us. Just before we reached, one of the bullets passed through Vishruth’s head. I saw it clearly as if time had slowed down.
I didn’t stop and hid behind the box.
All of my friends were on the ground, they were shooting everyone, they didn’t care that we were kids and harmless.
They stopped firing and their leader stepped out.
Baba was hurt, one of the bullets had hit his leg.
He was crawling to the door, when the leader Naxalite stomped on his hands with the heel of his boots.
Baba screamed loudly as the heel almost cut his fingers to half.
“Well, well……how are you, old friend” the leader said. They were there for him.
Baba didn’t reply.
The leader signaled for something. And one of his men got him a knife.
The leader pulled up Baba by his hair. The leader had a mask to cover his face, he looked ruthless. He was a man of no mercy.
I saw Baba, helpless and scared. He knew he was going to die.
The leader slit his throat in one smooth, swift motion ear to ear as blood gushed out like a fountain. He held Baba for a few seconds, waiting for him to stop wriggling, waiting for him to die. Babas head was shaking from the pain; blood was coming out from his mouth. Finally, he stopped.
The leader dropped him to the floor.
He ordered his men to clean up the mess.
I was kidnapped by them. They took me to the forest, tortured me, trained me their methods and made me one of them.
“I just couldn’t take it anymore and escaped finally, I hope you will understand.” I had finished telling them everything.

The officers who were interrogating me, walked out of the room after listening to me.
After about an hour they came back.
“Ok, we have a proposition for you” one of them said.
I leaned to listen carefully.
“Would you like to work with the Indian intelligence. We need you to go back to them and be a part of them. We need you to provide regular information about their next plan. We need you to help us catch them”
I didn’t expect this offer. I wasn’t sure about going back. I didn’t want to go back; it was too risky.
But…...I will do it for Baba.

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