It was a summer morning. The bright sun was bringing warmth
to me and to my paddy field. I was carrying a spade and a sickle and was
cleaning the bonds of my paddy field to prepare the field for sowing rice. Two
cows and a pair of bullocks were grazing across the field nearby me. There were
other neighbor friends working in their own fields. We were sharing our joys
and sorrows of day events. Our talks were about how much grass is there in the
pasture field, how many days are left for the sowing of paddy seedlings, who
will be going to the market on Saturday and when will our school reopen for the
study.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a small vehicle. I tried to
locate the direction of the sound. It was the sound of the vehicle of a team of
officers. They were gathered before the camp’s office for taking census and
photos of the eight o’clock. I was having headache and fever since the day
before. My presence in my mind to think for the future; when to return? When to
see the home again? When to cultivate the land and make the dream a real one?
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