There was a glint of madness in their eyes and murder etched across their faces. Ominous shouts and cries of "Koi Sardar hai? Goli se maar dalenge" (Is there any Sikh? We will shoot him) followed.
Not one anticipated the disaster that awaited us at
It is an impactful piece which brings the terror of those days alive. What makes one shudder is the thought that these crazy mobs, so bloodthirsty, still manage the level of discernment to choose their prey. How they come to exercise that discretion when they are baying for blood is something that confounds me no end.
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