Introduction to "An unending vacation"

A huge migration. Refugees of state within the same state. A fade morning in a remote village. A well concrete built house under threat with the inmates having absolutely no inkling of the incoming moments. Highly skewed ratio of populace. Thunderous political turmoil engulfing the minds of the locals, intimidating them, forging new ideologies in the old crucibles. Developing new iconographies and erasing the old ones. Reverberating rebellious slogans in all lanes, by lanes of the territory. Internal rivalries and sporadic parochial disputes adding fuel to the fire. Every morning adding a new dimension to the tactics of guerrilla warfare, which even Guevara may have never dreamt of. This morning is no special with Self styled platoon commanders and their deeply adhering followers setting out to finish the day’s mission to please their satanic GOD.

Talking about the same village mentioned in the very outset, let’s see the scene of today’s morning there. Plan of action indicates that an innocent house and its inmates are going to meet their dooms day today. Execution starts with a knock on the door at 5 in the morning. Knock knock, a heavy knock .A little pause. Again a heavy knock and then every instrument of mannerism is broken down with the commander of band shouting blatantly to send the head of the family downstairs to them. By this time all the curtain should be ripped off for you also, since the inmates themselves have realized the terrifying nature of the condition. Eldest son of Grand Father says “they finally came here also…these Muslims can never be faithful to anyone. Where do we go now”…little folk of the house is still sleeping upstairs, enjoying the charming world of dreams. “Give us the head of family and we will spare you all. we will just have a piece of talk with him” sound is echoing all over. But everyone has fairly understood the nefarious design of the fighters to kill the head in front of whole family .this thought itself is making their Brains malfunction while shivering is getting more and more prominent. Everybody is shouting and trembling at the same time. Any new plans oozing out of the mind are getting again and again distorted by the thought that our own people have betrayed us. “How could He do this to us, I have taught his brother for years” is a repeated broken voice of the second eldest son of the family head. Dadiji is not uttering a word. She has gone into total oblivion. Peeping through the window, bearing the loud shouting of the invaders, looking to the adjoining neighbors houses(which all seem deserted, but are not really), trying to think hard to do something bu her gray matter has already surrendered to function. Mothers are getting hold of their kids. After 7 – 8 hours, everything is normal, perfectly silent, even more than what is required to be in a living house. The house standing tall for decades is dead now. All its inmates have deserted him and left him alone in the inferno to burn.