By Neel Anil Panicker
Divich dropped the bag he held in his arms. Thereafter, for a long time he stared, transfixed, like a mad man, at his feet, at the soiled earth around it.
Meanwhile, all one could hear were the slash of the Westerly winds as it wrestled to break free from the clutches of the thick swaying branches of the thickly peepal trees.
After what seemed an eternity, the young man kicked the bag with also his force and watched it as it fell into the ravine below.
“No body, no proof’, he mumbled as he quickly ran out of the woods.
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