He ran as fast as he could, but his legs and lungs begged him stopped. His fat body fell on the ground gasping for breath; the knees and palms screaming with pain.
His clothes were torn, blood and sweat oozing from almost every part of his body. When the leader of the ‘in-power’ local political party, looked back, he saw two teenage boys standing behind him, panting heavily. One had a sword, other a large dagger; both red with fresh blood. Their eyes burnt with anger, just as the town burnt around them.

In a synchronized rhythm they brought down their weapons upon the leader’s head and chopped it off his body. The head rolled off, while the body spurted blood, shook for a while and then went still.

One boy glanced at another and saw a dot on his forehead and a string around his wrist. It was a clear sign that he was a Hindu.

“Why did you kill him? He was of the same religion as yours.”

“In politics my friend, there is no religion – only money. I need to go now, there are more to hunt down.”