Justice of the Village

Seven men stormed our village while everyone was away. Four kids were napping alone at

home. They ran to the farm, hiding in crop piles.

But the attackers set it all on fire. I returned from college to find

smoke rising. My siblings were trapped inside, screaming in pain. I ran into

the fire, dragging them out. Three months later, I became an IPS officer.

The men attacked again, but I was ready. I took them

down in self defense. Our village is at peace now. But the memory

of that fire never goes out.