*1983 - Journey of Horror*Lalthan Village (Continued1)

Surya (Takes a deep breath & judder’s Rakhi): “The truth is, we are still together, like always, we’ve always believed in moving on and have never succumbed to evils of life…”
Surya (Continues…): “I know, maybe we’ve lost and surpassed our people and village in the journey, we saw devils heinous playground, and it may influence our thoughts but wouldn’t conquer them. What we haven’t lost though is faith, its dark, we have hope, hope will continue to survive within us, it will illume us, if we reach out to those de-glazed lights at least we would know where we are”
Rakhi (pauses for sometime…): “Hmmm (sighs)…I realize you’ve been burdening your shoulders for long, let me help you…”
Surya (firmly lifts the belt of the bag): “It’s not the bag but the journey for both of us. Let’s continue…”
Rakhi: “do you really think we should continue the blind walk or halt on the unblessed road unto morning?”
Surya: “I believe, to unfold the blindness, we need to reach the faded lights…” 
{They continue walking, with depleted strength, exhausted minds and galore of questions for what they envisioned. Tormenting thoughts of bedevilment were creeping and crawling every moment. They cover some distance and rakhi pauses abruptly, drags Surya towards her left and walks swiftly, stripping-off the bushes, both of them sight a twiddling illumination from fire, they realize, have stepped-up on a trodden road, which is diagonally and gradually moving up the hill}
Rakhi: “Do you think we could seek help, sighting fire means locality, it means people and people who can help us, and should we go off the main road and follow the trampled road…”
Surya: “The mouth of hill seems to be strikingly close, much closer then the de-glazed lights. Fire is an element of life; hope to get salvation unto dawn…”
Rakhi: “Let’s walk firm and light…”
{As they walk the rugged turf on the trodden road, they faintly vision a horde; they appear to be tribal people holding wooden torch abiding to unknown ritual}
Rakhi (while holding Suryas hand, walks faster): “let’s walk in pace, we finally have saviors…”
Surya: “Rakhi!!! The road is unknown, the people are unknown, and adivasis don’t like interference. Slow down, there are myriad bushes around us, we are off-road, and there might be crawling creatures in the shrubs, let’s cut our pace, we are just few meters away from them…”
{They gradually progress in the vicinity of ritual, only to get flabbergasted with what they see, a catastrophe, an episode of holocaust...}
They gradually progress in the vicinity of ritual, only to get flabbergasted with what they see and hear, they witness a horrendous catastrophe, an episode of holocaust which literally intoxicates there heart and tears it in horror…
Adivasis (tribal’s) carrying wooden torches, it appears to be a beginning of their demonic ritual, all of them in ecstatic state, grumbling in unknown language, torches are long enough to be thumped on the ground, they pound the torches in rhythm creating a demonic vibration on terra firma (solid part of earth’s surface). They watch a series of holocaustic episode in front of their naked eyes, while keeping themselves invisible.
They watch a series of holocaustic episode in front of their naked eyes, while keeping themselves inconspicuous.
The episodes are scattered frantically…
Sight 1: Pile of degraded infant body parts lying on the surface, as if slaughtered recklessly, are collected by one of the tribal women’s, she attempts to identify the tiny limbs, abdomen, fingers etc,. while catering them orderly, has 7 pot-like muddied vessel besides her, holds one of them, walks damply while sounding malevolent towards the heap of ill-fated infants, slits her index finger and sprinkles few drops of blood in the vessel, conceals entire muddied vessel with a piece of cloth, continues the act unto all of them are bundled-up. All vessels are fastened with a firm rope; one of the Adivasi men mounts up on the distinguished tree within the vicinity and knots them resolutely (quick and firm) on various branches of the tree.
Sight 2: Women is being impaled from the bottom with a sharp log, before impaling she’s motion-less (possibly dead), the penetrated log birthing through her chest oozes thick red paint (blood) which gushes through her naked body and accumulates on the surface, she’s been erected vertically, few feet above the ground with steady support through sharply pierced log submerged in the heart of earth. Though she’s dead, horde of men continue to nail her with sharp and thickly palm-sized piece of crooked wooden object vigorously all over her body, while malevolently revolving around unto she appears stapled all over…
Sight 3: 3 men being dragged singly, as against their vain resistance, trembling convulsively and flip flapping there naked limbs, arms and torso. They are tangled in knots while being aggressively dragged through the bushes, they appear to have dense bruises all over there body. As they reach the Terra fir-ma, flock of adivasis appear in a whisk and start pounding them with bare legs in extreme violence, the savagery act continues, as they shout in vociferation unto extremum of pain and almost drained to death. As their strength surrenders, their hands and legs are unlaced but the same are knotted around their necks, all 3 are dragged-on through the firmly gripped rope around their necks near a strong branched tree, as they continue to battle & survive pain are choked to death and are abandoned on the various branches of the tree...
Sight 4: A women is dragged insignificantly through the bushes, pulled by her hair, she is brought near a sizable pit which narrowly descends toward its mouth. She yells and cries hysterically, in immense agitation, shivering pain and turbulence, while being dragged towards the mouth of a pit. Three women start striking her and pound her aggressively with long wooden torches, they sound malefic and confine her in the direction of the pit unto the time she is incapacitated and accommodated completely inside the pit. Gradually, her hysterical outcry desolates and mutes however an aged women continues to smash her head and neck; Other 2 gather stone & sand and shallow the pit, the helpless lady runs out of her last breath as she’s tortured to death and buried alive…
Sight 5: Aged women, who earlier was smashing the women’s head in piecemeal, lies down on a rocky slab, wearing a thin grisly robe, develops a heavy breathing, breathing erupts muffled voices, a woman stands demoniacally besides her, the women appears to be fiercely possessed, she sprinkles an alien liquid on the old women from the ugly bowl she’s carrying, as the act continues, all the nomads populating the ritual look up and bang there torches on their turf and follow the archaic language used by possessed women, gaining rhythm in their pounding and voice, entire vicinity appears to be in a state of enigmatic enchantment. The possessed lady slits her vein and disperses blood in the bowl, stirs it gently and hurls the liquid in old lady’s mouth, forcing her to gulp entire solution. The ritual continues, rhythm continues, ripe old aged women gradually though stops breathing; she vomits blood after feeling a sudden & impactful choke, she continues to pour out blood and eventually passes out, the breathing stops completely and she passes away…
{All the episodes occur in a flash, Rakhi & Surya are in a state of shocking perplexity. Their bodies shiver, Jaws tremble in intoxicated fear, heart beats are accelerated, in a state of trauma, hearts and soul gripped with petrifaction, the episodes don’t stop, they continue…}
Their bodies shiver, Jaws tremble in intoxicated fear, heart beats are accelerated, and they’re in a state of grappled trauma, hearts and soul gripped with petrifaction, eyes filled with horrifying repugnance. They knew, uttering a word means horrendous punishment through nomads. Surya clasps Rakhi’s arm and literally drags her back towards the road, the demonic ritual doesn’t end it continues. The pair though, quickly moves away, running and panting blatantly, on the road, they continue swift footrace, appearing fanatically insane and seethe, unto Surya’s bag gets interlaced between his legs and he rolls around and roughs up on the road, fells unconscious…In a blink he opens his eyes and…
Their bodies shiver, Jaws tremble in intoxicated fear, heart beats are accelerated, and they’re in a state of grappled trauma, hearts and soul gripped with petrifaction, eyes filled with horrifying repugnance. They knew, uttering a word means horrendous punishment through nomads. Surya clasps Rakhi’s arm and literally drags her back towards the road, the demonic ritual doesn’t end it continues. The pair though, quickly moves away, running and panting blatantly, on the road, they continue swift footrace, appearing fanatically insane and seethe, unto Surya’s bag gets interlaced between his legs and he rolls around and roughs up on the road, fells unconscious…
In a blink, he opens his eyes; only to get flabbergasted… scintillating bright light fill his eyes, unable to restraint the sparkle, squeezes his eyelids for split of a second, and finds himself well-heeled. He ecstatically looks at the window pane which pours sunshine and feels resurrected…