THE MASSACRE ON THE BUS.

Part 3 : Dig

"श्री गणेशाय नमः"

My wife Qarari is watching TV at home early in the morning. She runs a news channel. The news is airing on the news channel. "So welcome to Daily Hangel News Channel, here we show you today's heart-wrenching news. A bus traveling through Black Wood was attacked by tribals and terrorists, or in other words, the Terrortribe attacked. It is believed that there were 25 to 35 passengers on board the bus during the attack, all of whom died, with only 4 or 5 passengers surviving. They are currently fighting for their lives in the hospital. Stay connected with us for more information." Qara runs every news channel, and there is only one news on all channels: THE MASSACRE ON THE BUS at Black Wood road.She started worrying after watching that news.

I'm driving home from the hospital in the car with Lyla, but without Lyla. I turned on the car radio, and the only news on all radio channels is about "The massacre on the bus." Qarari is trying to call me, but the call does not go through due to a network problem. After that, she left a message: “Hey honey, pick up my call. Is everything okay? Call me as soon as you get the network."

I reached the place where the massacre took place. The bus was still burning, and many policemen and media people were standing there. Then, the Massacre scenarios started appearing before my eyes. "The tribal man stabbed his spear into Lyla's stomach. Lyla was screaming and asking for help, 'Daddy, please save me, Daddy.'" Tears started falling from my eyes again. I drove the car quickly from there. Qarari was trying to call me again and again.

After going a few kilometers further, I got network on the phone. I looked at my phone, and it started receiving nonstop notifications. I saw 30 missed calls and 100+ text messages from Qarari. The phone rang again, and I picked up the call. "Hello, honey," sobbing, she says, "Why didn't you pick up my call?" The TV was playing in the background. In a dull voice, I replied, "Honey, I'm sorry. There is a network problem here, so I couldn't pick up your call." "I think you have heard the news," I ask her . "Yes, I have," she replied. She ask "Tell me you and Lyla weren't on that bus." I became silent, didn't answer her, and started thinking about how to tell her. "Hey, Caesar, can you hear me? Caesar, answer me ," she said.

I replied, "Yes, I am listening, honey. We were on that bus." She said, "Tell me both of you are well. Where is Lyla? Pass her the phone; I want to talk to her."

I say in a faint voice, "She died in that bus." My voice was barely audible to her, but she hears it. "What did you say? She's died?" "Hey Caesar, your voice is breaking up. I couldn't hear what you said." I said again, "She's gone." She starts slowly crying and says, "It is not true, isn't it? You are kidding with me." I start sobbing and tell her, "I'm not kidding, honey. She's gone. I'm coming home with Lyla but without Lyla." She starts wailing and screaming at the top of her voice on the phone, "Oh no, no, no, my little girl! Why did this happen to her? My sweetheart is no longer with me. How can I live without my girl? Oh no, why did this happen to her?" I'm sobbing in the car. After that, I try to give her sympathy, "Hey honey, stop crying. Take care of yourself. I'm coming; I'm on my way." She disconnects the call.

Morning time, in the black wood, Hakuma gathers their people and announces in the tribe's language, "Everyone, gather all your belongings, meals, and drinks. The work we did last night with Oman. Because of that, we will have to leave our hamlet. Now, I have decided that we will live in the middle of the Black Wood, a little away from here. We will make a new hamlet there. So, everyone, go and take your belongings; we will leave in the evening." People start collecting their belongings, food, and relief materials.

I reached home and opened the car gate, took Lyla in my arms, and then went inside the house where Qara is sitting on the couch, her eyes full of tears. She saw me and came towards me, taking Lyla from my arms. She placed Lyla in her lap, kissed her on the forehead while crying, and said, "Hey Peanut, wake up, Mumma needs you," then she started screaming and crying. She laid Lyla down on the couch. I went closer to Qara, hugged her, and then we both started sobbing. She started patting my chest and said, "Why didn't you save Lyla? I tried to save our peanut, but I couldn't save her, honey." We both were sobbing.