Drum Gods
13-01-2005, 00:21
It was early morning in the Imperial Colony of Kashmir. The Sun had just broken through the morning clouds and curtains and blinds could be seen being parted to make way for the light. Families were no doubt getting up for breakfast, getting ready to go to work. Life had changed since becoming part of the Empire, more money basically but the good jobs were going to the "official" imperial citizens. What could you do?
Arpit sat with his family reading the early morning paper:
"Preeta, you know one day we will strike it to the big time,"he smiled,"I will get my post in the Imperial Hospital, Reema will get her education and you can have biggest kitchen on the planet!"
It was a happy family that symbolised the region. The Land of Hope as it was known. How soon things would change.
"Honey, do you hear that?"
Arpit got up and looked out of the window, it was a journalists van, a pretty lady in her business suit was talking in front of a camera. Quickly Arpit walked out full of wild enthusiasm ready to address the woman:
"You are Loren Van Geering from Channel 9!Why are you here?"
"Oh hullo there," she turned her body to him while still facing the camera," The world will be pleased to here that here we have the last of a dying breed."
Arpit's look of interest quickly vanished and turned to one of horror as he saw a van open up revealing dozens of soldiers running out firebombing buildings and shooting people left, right and centre.
Tears filled his eyes, the humanity of it all, slowly he put his had to his heart and felt the moistness of his chest. The red stains were his own, the life drained from his eyes and he fell......
Arpit sat with his family reading the early morning paper:
"Preeta, you know one day we will strike it to the big time,"he smiled,"I will get my post in the Imperial Hospital, Reema will get her education and you can have biggest kitchen on the planet!"
It was a happy family that symbolised the region. The Land of Hope as it was known. How soon things would change.
"Honey, do you hear that?"
Arpit got up and looked out of the window, it was a journalists van, a pretty lady in her business suit was talking in front of a camera. Quickly Arpit walked out full of wild enthusiasm ready to address the woman:
"You are Loren Van Geering from Channel 9!Why are you here?"
"Oh hullo there," she turned her body to him while still facing the camera," The world will be pleased to here that here we have the last of a dying breed."
Arpit's look of interest quickly vanished and turned to one of horror as he saw a van open up revealing dozens of soldiers running out firebombing buildings and shooting people left, right and centre.
Tears filled his eyes, the humanity of it all, slowly he put his had to his heart and felt the moistness of his chest. The red stains were his own, the life drained from his eyes and he fell......