Excerpts from the Memoirs of Death

K Balagopal He woke up suddenly, prodded by a policeman's stick. There were five of them now in the cell, all in plainclothes and carrying sten guns... They were evidently drunk, but there was more than intoxication in their looks. There was rage an animal rage.. - Next day the superintendent of police was preparing for a press conference where he would give the full details of the attempted mining of the police, jeep, and the ensuing encounter with the naxalites which lasted two hours and a total of 300 rounds, leaving one unidentified naxalite dead.