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Farewell

Farewell S A M A R E S H B A S U The hushed watches of the night were shattered by a military patrol vehicle tearing past Victoria Park. Section 144 and a curfew were both in force. There were riots between Hindu and Mussulman. Each was at the other's throat with billhooks, pokers, knives, and sticks. Everywhere assassins were at work, striking clandestinely under cloak of darkness. Looters were on the rampage too, and the shades were haunted by their yells of deadly delight. The bustees were burning. Sporadic screams from dying women and children added to the monstrous atmosphere. On top of everything came the panicky soldiers on patrol: they fired blindly in any direction to maintain a semblance of law and order. At a particular spot two lanes converged. A dilapidated rubbish bin lay overturned there. Behind it, using it as a shield and crouched on all fours, was a man. He dared not raise his head. For a while he lay as if lifeless, trying to distinguish the cries in an uproar some way off. "Allah Ho Akbar!" or "Bande Mataram!"? He could not be sure which they were. All of a sudden the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Farewell

Manoa , Volume 19 (1) – Jul 9, 2007

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S A M A R E S H B A S U The hushed watches of the night were shattered by a military patrol vehicle tearing past Victoria Park. Section 144 and a curfew were both in force. There were riots between Hindu and Mussulman. Each was at the other's throat with billhooks, pokers, knives, and sticks. Everywhere assassins were at work, striking clandestinely under cloak of darkness. Looters were on the rampage too, and the shades were haunted by their yells of deadly delight. The bustees were burning. Sporadic screams from dying women and children added to the monstrous atmosphere. On top of everything came the panicky soldiers on patrol: they fired blindly in any direction to maintain a semblance of law and order. At a particular spot two lanes converged. A dilapidated rubbish bin lay overturned there. Behind it, using it as a shield and crouched on all fours, was a man. He dared not raise his head. For a while he lay as if lifeless, trying to distinguish the cries in an uproar some way off. "Allah Ho Akbar!" or "Bande Mataram!"? He could not be sure which they were. All of a sudden the

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Published: Jul 9, 2007

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