Cries from the heart.

Yadav now starts to narrate his story, from now all the words are of Yadav. I was a very simple man, I used to live in a village known as Amarpur near Bhagalpur. It was very beautiful, and a peaceful place. I had a farm over there, and used to have a dairy farm. We were all very happy, my wife, my daughter. They help me with my work. My daughter loves to be with the cows. Our life was going all smoothly, until that day. On that day our lives got in sight of a black snake.

 We were on our farm taking care of our crop, when suddenly three big black KMW came to my field. Nine or ten bouncers in suits with firearms came out, one of them opened the door for their boss. He was not a very attractive personality, five foot three or four like something. He came to us with some papers in his hand. We didn't realise, who they were, what they wanted from us? Later we all found out their true intention. 

They wanted to establish a huge alcohol factory, so along with us they had also gone to other farmers near our farm. Those one the first day just visited and said to us that they are interested in our land and left from there. We all farmers, on that day had our meeting on this situation. One of the farmers said, Those guys were the people of a local gangster, we halted that meeting for them because someone had set the fire on the field. 

We rushed to the farms with the supplies to stop the flames but till we arrived one-fourth of the area was turned into ashes. We were all horrified by that scenario, we were helplessly seeing all our efforts turning into dust.

The next day again those cars came, now they started showing their real faces. They had a massive no of people on the truck to threaten us with violence. 

They started attacking us with wooden sticks, and before we could resist it was too late. Half our people had surrendered from their forces. So with no choice we moved straight to our local politician as all the police over there work for him, not for the public who pays their salary. Hmm,! What an irony! Where was I Yeah, a politician we rushed to his residence in hope that we would get some justice but. He started to twist the word and escape from our problem.

 We soon realised that he was commissioned heavily by those goons. We came back from his house but our problem was still with us. Some of our people had made their deal with those big people. They got only half of the value of the land from the market price, which created more terror in hearts. Neither can we can't protect our land, nor can we make the full value and go to another place and re-establish our life. So the remaining of us made a decision, first we would relocate our families to a safe place and then we would fight till our last breath from those people. 

It all seems to be a very courageous plan but it was the most foolish plan. A few days passed, as per our plan we relocated our families to a safer location, and we all managed to collect many weapons, metal armour and some guns. We were all ready for the battle. We soon noticed that one of our men was missing, we thought he had been frightened from the fight and stayed with the women and children. We all waited there, and waited, and waited but no one came to battle.

We all went home thinking that they had run away and had cancelled their project of making an alcohol factory. As we went to our safe house we were shocked to see what happened there with our eyes.

Our safe houses were burning, and women over there were screaming for help. Children were crying the place was full of chaos, and we were unable to believe how anyone could find them. All of us the farmers, land owners rushed there to protect our families.

 We gathered soil and water in a bucket and threw it over our shelter to stop the flames provide further damage. Women over there are also helping the men to stop the fire. They told us, they had called the fire brigade for help. But half an hour had past no one had arrived. With everyone reuniting with their families, I also searched for my daughter and wife. 

I was screaming their names asking other women, they had seen them. One of them said, that she had not seen them coming out of their house. I scrambled for my house, with fear, and praying to god for their safety. I reached there, my wife's scream for help to her and our daughter was coming. But due to the chaos, no one was able to hear her. I crashed the main door and charged into the house. 

Started my search to find them safe. I went to a different room, I was not able to find her, I called her name, and a voice came from the floor above me asking for help. With my full strength, I ran to see her. I found them in the bathroom. My wife had turned on the tap and was in the water with our daughter, so the fire could not reach them. I shout to let them know Help had arrived. 

My wife was so scared that she could not even recognise me. I pull their hand and take them out of the bathroom. We somehow, managed to escape from the first floor. As we reached near the main door, a pillar near it fell and blocked the entrance. With the smoke of fire, my daughter was finding it very hard to breathe. With no choice I put all my strength into pulling the pillar up, so my family could escape within that very moment. With the pillar lifted by me, the gas stove in the kitchen burst. Because of the pillar, my body was saved from the flame but I flew away outside of the house. But this very fact was not written in my wife's and daughter's destiny. They both died burning in front of me.