I am not a born terrorist!!
I was walking down the court corridor. My head was drooping down, eyes riveted on my treads. I was discomfited and shattered by the injustice of so called jurisdiction. Now I am able to fathom the fact that Laws are meant to be breached, bent, and altered if you have enough bucks to feed some political-giant’s bellies. I hate the word legal. I felt like everyone around stares at me, some sympathetically some sarcastically. I was being overwhelmed by anger and helplessness. One thought overshadowed in my mind,
“I am not going to give up! I have to redeem”
I fought desperately for justice. But now where did I end up, I am much like a lost emperor who battled for his kingdom all by himself. When you take stock of losses I am the gainer. I lost my family my kid, my wife. I just witnessed my happy world being thrashed and devastated by heartless animals. Yet I kept fighting.
On the way back home I was thinking about how brutally they killed my loved ones and how brutally I was cheated on in the court room. My eyes were running out of tears. For the past few months I have been crying, weeping and yelling for composing my turbulent mind and for some consoling and heartening words.
But I ended up with nothing; no one was there for me, those who had to be, left me behind. No, they didn’t leave me behind instead they were being pushed to death. I am trying to correct my thoughts.
In my whole life, knowingly or unknowingly I had not hurt anyone nor did my family, yet I am pushed into a predicament like this. Why god is being so callous to me. I kept asking myself, unanswered ‘me’ ensued.
After the whole trail, real culprits came out unscathed as those bastards belong to political family. I was rather a one-man army!
Later when I opened the door of my house, I was adamant what I was going to do next. I didn’t have a second thought of my plan. I conjured up this plan early before as the verdict from the court was kind of foreseeable one for me.
Ironically, my home seemed a just building having cemented roofs and inanimate objects. It was lively and lovely months before. Memories started to rear its ugly head again. I was being haunted by the nothingness and darkness of the house. My thoughts wandered like crazy, after each passing minutes my helplessness snowballed into an inextinguishable fire of vengeance. I made my way to the bedroom and pulled out the wooden box kept under the cot. I opened it and fished out the objects one by one. Some of them were yet to be connected. I spent hours to study and connect those. By fluke, to use those weapons, my amateurish knowledge on them was more than enough.
When you have nothing to lose, you become ridiculously courageous!
PS: to err is human to forgive is divine