The next morning Prabhjot Kaur saw a line, a stream, a river of walking people that stretched to horizon. The men and women and children walked behind each other in silence, trudging in the same direction as Sajid Farooq's trucks, and all the cars. They were moving very slowly, and the trucks and cars moved past each one of them with ease, but it took three hours to leave behind that whole lot. That evening they were met by other soldiers, in the same uniforms and the same trucks, but these were Hindus escorting a convoy of Muslims.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Sacred Games - pg. 189
Labels: Vikram Chandra
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