Dipdyuti's Blog 2017

The kiss that Dorothy planted on my lips – germinated into a fully blooming flowering tree and it was the only solace in an otherwise hopeless situation that I was caught in. As I sat on the ramshackle vehicle and made my way back to Guwahati, the enchanting feel of the kiss stayed with me. I reached Guwahati where the situation was really dangerous and tried to pick up the pieces of my life and protect myself from a dark whirlpool of violence that was sucking everyone in. When I was in the depths of depression, three events occurred, that in a way made a momentous change in my life. The first incident was painful for me in the beginning. Our mentor, the senior guy who enrolled us into the extremist organization and assigned us the task of smuggling weapons from outside, was suddenly killed by a rival faction of the extremist group. Although, a very distressing event for us, it freed us from the shackles of the organization. No one else knew about our level of i...

I left Dorothy in the misty mountaintop and came back to the hustle and bustle of Guwahati with hopes of seeing her again. My life was going into a downward spiral. The army operation was going on in full swing and every day one or other of my friends was getting caught. Extreme violence engulfed our society where the vicious cycle of violence and revenge continued. It was problematic for me to go repeatedly to the hills with the excuse of studying the rock formations. Even my professors became suspicious and asked probing questions about my movements. The extremist group of which I was a minor member broke up into various factions and inter-faction rivalry, violence and killings started. One day, in an extremely depressed condition, when nothing was going right I decided to go back to Dorothy and spend some time with her. I badly needed a break and Dorothy’s hut in the misty hills beckoned me. I was not sure about my feelings for Dorothy but I was sure I wanted to be nea...