As I sat there alone, with only a thin blanket over me, I could still see the stone - cold look on my young wife’s face as militiamen dragged me from my house two days earlier, leaving behind her and our two sick babies.
त्या कुबट वासाच्या कोठडीच्या गारव्यामुळे माझी हाडंसुद्धा गारठली होती.