Abhimanyu – In the Beginning
I felt the
poison of anger raging around me, inside me, pulsating like an entity; anger at
the one who betrayed and the one who took advantage of this betrayal. The anger
of not being able to stop both. Then the flash of knife and the flowing blood,
shimmering in the flames of the torches inside the chamber. Screams followed by
hushed voices; bodies being dragged down a flight of stairs. The sound of
digging and burying. Later, ruins all around as empires fell and one intrigue
chased another through time while swords sliced and arrows whiz past, seeking
hearts. Who was I and what was all this about? Why were most of the images that
flitted through my head always dark and tinged with red? Rarely, very rarely
were they warm and loving. So rarely were they, ever like the sun shining on a
cold and shivering memory. Illustration by Anuradha Madan Kaul. Written by Sujit Banerjee.
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