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I felt the pain in my head, a very severe headache. I tried to open my eyes, but there was a bright light coming straight into my eyes. It was all blurred. Before I could even visualize anything clearly, I got hit by a bamboo cane, and then there was another blow. I shouted in pain but the assault didn't stop, I got thrashed again and again. Sometimes, I could feel more than one blow at a time. Yes, I realized they were all after me. I shouted but it didn't stop instead it followed with the big black leather boots coming from all directions, hitting me hard everywhere on my body where ever they could find space. I could feel the throttle in my breath as I tried to hide my face against the earth. The mud was all over me, I could feel the heat both from the surface of the earth and from every single portion of my body. I could feel my whole body totally wet, but it was hard to distinguish between the blood and the sweat.
Suddenly, I heard a bold manly voice abusing me. The blurry image started becoming clearer and I could still not hear anything properly, but finally I could see one of them. He was dressed in a red and white bright colored military uniform, a white leather belt around his waist, a row of lustrous medallions starting from both ends of his chest towards the center, a black colored hat on his head, and the shoulder batches shinning in the bright sun with 'East India Company' embedded over them. He was white, tall with broad athletic body like a gigantic hulk. There were two others with him similarly dressed but of lower rung with lesser medallions on their uniforms. They were all at me, hitting me, abusing me and simultaneously repeating one thing- "You bloody farmer, how dare you don't pay us the tax!!"
I could barely move my body to run away from them. I had already lost all my energy to react or to say anything, only my eyes were witnessing the assault on my half numb body. Suddenly, I heard the outbreak of few distant voices approaching towards us with the slogan of-"East India Company, Murdabad, Murdabad; Hindustan Zindabad, Hindustan Zindabad !!". The assault came to the halt. The voices became even louder, though I could hardly see with my injured eyes yet it was evident that it was a group of 5-6 people. My eyes started shutting down, I could hardly see whats happening, but I can hear the huge cries. I could feel while lying on the ground that both the groups were fighting with each other. Abruptly, I heard gun shots, one after the other, six in a row. I could hear those last cries and then there was a complete moment of mourn.
I tried to open my eyes and saw a pistol heading towards me. I got scared and I started saying my prayers. The pistol was placed at the center of my forehead and I heard an English voice- "Kill him!!". I could feel the sound of the pistol's trigger in its process of being pressed, but suddenly I heard a voice and felt being shaken by someone. I said- What? She replied-"Why cannot you sleep nice and quiet? Its too late, we have to go office tomorrow". I realized it was a dream but felt nice that my wife saved my life. I smiled, kissed my wife and slept again.