Keeping aside the Bible, I try to sleep in vain. I’m seething with anger. Crooks become rich overnight, but those sweating it out remain poor.
The sound of drumbeats wafts from far away. The late-night tribal dance has begun. I walk towards it. A ring of dancers, male and female, move around a portrait. The drumbeat becomes deafening, and the pace of dancing increases. They move at an incredible speed, striking at each other’s sticks with abandon.
A legless man emerges from behind the portrait, crawls towards me, flames darting from his eyes.
I retreat, thanking God I could run.
The sound of drumbeats wafts from far away. The late-night tribal dance has begun. I walk towards it. A ring of dancers, male and female, move around a portrait. The drumbeat becomes deafening, and the pace of dancing increases. They move at an incredible speed, striking at each other’s sticks with abandon.
A legless man emerges from behind the portrait, crawls towards me, flames darting from his eyes.
I retreat, thanking God I could run.
