. break of Reality .

NOTE: contains offensive language.

... continued

Episode 4 . the Bridge .

  Twilight noxiously crept down the window to fall on the bed Raghav lay on. His eyes were wide open and he was wearing the same clothes he had worn for the past 26 hours only he didn’t realise it.
Time had slipped away in masquerade and non-recognition had enveloped the entirety of his existence. He did not stir but he knew it would happen any moment soon; he felt it, and as on cue, the door burst open.

"STAND ASIDE! THIS IS THE POLICE!" ...the racket, the guns, the stomping feet, the cold barking orders were terrific enough to fill yellow in the most stoic of hearts. but Raghav merely looked on, a jaded spectator in the story of his own writing...

"Are you Raghav Bhaskar!?"

"Yes, I Am."
 
...Hands dragged him from bed and hurled him on the floor. The feet stomped down on him, kicking him in the stomach, rifles butting him in the solar plexus, feet crashing down hard on his testicles, rifles jabbing his eyes...

"Where is your partner!"
...Silence. the rifles spoke...
"i don’t know... i don’t know"
...the feet came down on him again...

" SEARCH THE HOUSE!"
"Yes SIR!"
...rifles smacked every part of his body...
"Sir! the house is empty Sir!"


"Did you search the basements, these... anomalies, have a thing for basements, they must find it... kinky" 

...Sick, gray eyes, dead, like that of hung meat, leered at him with unveiled disgust...
"Sir yes SIR. It is empty SIR "
"Ah we've got a clever one here now, haven't we"
...Hands pushed him to a wall and he was made to sit up...


"Where is Deep Matthew?!"
"I don’t know"
...Sick, gray eyes, dead, like that of hung meat...

"you are under arrest for  actively encouraging and participating in homosexual intercourse; for voluntarily having had carnal intercourse against the order of nature; The Government of the People condemns homosexuality as a perverse, social deviancy and declares it to be a criminal offence punishable by immediate isolation and
dEATH."
"Do you understand! Do you FOLLOW?!"
"yes"

the savages pounced on him but Raghav could not feel them anymore. the blood just pounded through his body, pouring out from myriad gashes.

"Where is Deep Matthew?"
the dead eyes drew level with his.
"WHERE.IS.DEEP.MATTHEW"

" he... he lived here before... long before... a few days back... he just disappeared... i don’t know anything since"
The leer returned, "Now, now, lover boy, Why did he run away? Were you not good enough for him? Did you not pleasure him as he pleased? what was it... did he give you up for another twisted, sick bastard? ran to his sugar daddy?" "Isn’t that what you do, you scum of humanity!" he grabbed a clump of Raghav's hair and spat on his face.

The rifle butt grazed up his leg.

"you're enjoying this aren't you, you GODLESS HOMOSEXUAL FILTH!"
"GUARDS! tie him up! pleasure him the right way and the whereabouts of his filthy partner will come spewing out!"

"wait! DONT! You... you’re right... he... he cheated on me. he betrayed me... i loved him so... i couldn’t live with it... it drove me mad
and so... i killed him. he is dead.
HE IS DEAD!
I.KILLED.HIM! "

...silence...
The rifle butt smashed into his face.

 

 

                 “...hear you Smriti, but please calm down! where are you? I’ll come and get you, then you can tell me everything. Just calm down!” her voice was barely a whisper,  but in spite of that,  he could hear the dread in her voice “...No Raghav. Its too late! I saw the... the week’s list! They’ve.Got.You.Raghav, they’re coming.” The dread crept into his being. “Do something Raghav, hide, run away, escape, kill yourself! anything! but don’t get caught! I heard...I heard them talking about the new rehabilitation centre... Oh! Raghav its horrible! What are you going to do?! You and Deep! what are...”  click. beep.beep.beep.beep...

 ...It was only right that it was him.  Deep would have never agreed to go into hiding. He would have wanted to stay, and fight, defend their right to live. But... it would have been no good! There was NO possibility of rebellion, not in this society .Not where the choices you had was compromise or persecution. not where Free thought and expression were locked in a iron girdle of ‘righteousness’ and ‘morality’.  Escape... there was no escape. the ‘divine force’ was all permeating. like the stench of something vile, and putrefied, it got into the tiniest crack of civilization... where would they hide? where could you hide when you’re trapped in vacuum, unable to breathe, unable to live, unable to... DIE. and then, there was torture. they made sure it was the only thing you had, The Government of the People... ...

...

the rifle struck again. and again. and again. He slowly collapsed to the floor, the old woman's whispered words in his head, "My son, you have done the right thing! Go with God! your... ... ..." and then,

Silence
.

Epilougue . the coda .

... ... ...
far away in a low, old, reclusive home a young man opens his eyes. An old wrinkled hand strokes his forehead, and in a somber voice, recites the story that was, and in the same, comforts him while he cries like an infant, in the memory of his love. 

"... right thing! Go with God! your sacrifice will not be in vain! He will be safe and your love will keep him alive."

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