This is my World

Once upon a time, in a tiny village by a river, lived a rich man. He made money by all means that was there to make and was keen on exploring other opportunities to make more of it. One such opportunity came knocking at his door. T he recent spate of floods in the country had driven all the fish from the dam down the river to the village and the rich man learnt about it. And he wanted to make the most of that fishy situation. He knew he could not do it alone. So, he went to the baron for help. The baron was one of the most respected people in the village. He was a businessman with a heart. He owned vast tracts of land and made good money with it by overworking the villagers who sought employment at his farms. Yet at the same time, he was willing to spend money, even if it was only a small percent of his earnings, on the welfare of his community. And that earned him some respect.  "This is our chance," the rich man told the baron. " Together, we can change the fate of ...

The mission was on.  Seven men, all trained to kill, entered Ahmedabad in the wee hours of the morning. Omar, a tall man in his late twenties, was one of them. Nine years of intense training in difficult conditions had left his once-loose-muscles tightened and twelve years of grieving had hardened his mind. In a heart where once innocence resided was now filled with hatred and revenge. The eyes that were once warm scanned the streets of his hometown eagerly. It was not the same anymore.  The narrow streets were gone. The stink of blood was gone. And the tension that used to cloud the city was gone too. It seemed the city had distanced itself from its history as if the memories were too painful to hold onto. Instead of dwelling in the past, it was marching towards the future. It was mourning its loss in its own way. Omar was not going to take that. Yes, Ahmedabad will mourn, but on his terms.  The city will cry. It will come down to its knees. And it will feel pain....