Riot : A Memoir.

A frail cacophony of humans with the dark night being blistered was enough for me to stand on my feet and go outside the room to enquire the state of affair that without my sense sent a sensation of fear and anxiety down my spine. I felt numbed. Not knowing what to do next, I opened the front door of our home. For the understanding of my readers, I used to spend my night exactly on the right side of our house's front gate. And you would encounter my room in case you open the front gate of our house. A mob, frenzied mob to be precise, here a question might arise in my readers' minds as to how I placed my sense on the right track so quickly to realize what was happening right before my eyes, but what I have to say is that you can easily separate a mob with celebration of joy on a fine, joyous occasion and a mob with weapons which had already gone berserk. I felt my frail legs gummed to the ground. We were a family of four, my mother, my father my elder brother and I. I rushed in to the house to inform them of what I had just witnessed. I noticed they still were fast asleep. Perhaps the reason behind their such attitude towards a serious issue like this was due to the fact that their respective rooms were quite inside our house. They waked up. My father being a patient of cancer and a man in his early sixties found it hard to bear my account. My mother tried to console him. My elder brother and I went straight onto our roof to get the sight of the marauding crowd. They had sharp weapons in their hands. Soon they met their counterpart which came onto the street with a similar force and rage. The site soon turned into a battle ground. We were witnessing the horror. I seemed to have forgotten everything happening around the globe. I forgot that we were a part of this universe. And to compare ourselves with this universe in terms of vastness, we no where existed. I forgot that we breathed in oxygen to remain alive. I literally forgot everything. I soon realized that I was shivering. I clearly heard that night that darkness too has its own voice and the language with which it interacts is beyond our comprehensive capacity yet it is fearful and can make us shiver. Darkness appeared to be taking part in that battle of men fighting both the parties. Then the marauding crowd followed the tactic of loot and vandalization. A petrol bomb flew to the bushes on the left side of the road and a fire broke out. Fire and fire and fire and fire. Everywhere was fire. It was on the bushes. It was in the minds of the people. Even darkness was charged with fire. The time seemed to have given clean chit to the raging crowd to carry on with their bloodshed. The road soon got flooded with blood. Cries of agony went through the air and resonated all around. We, the two brothers at one point of time, felt nauseating. The next morning I found myself in my bed. But there was a perceived silence all around. And I felt my mind was being pricked. Hopefully, we all were intact. But the neighborhood suffered heavy damage. And with my apology, I beg to all of you to spare me for the time being. I would soon get back to all of you to describe what I saw that morning in my neighborhood on the heels of that devastating riot. Peace, harmony and brotherhood.