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Any of the four ‘S-es’ – shape, sight, smell, silhouette – would help me confirm the presence of the shooter.
odour of burnt egg on a frying pan.
element of surprise, as I doubted the shooter would have expected someone to come looking for him. He was supposed to be the hunter, not the hunted.
Amateurs slapped with a totally open palm. Pros used their elbows, knees, knuckles and heads, or at least the calloused pads of their open hands instead of the softer, fleshier middle of the palm. Simple physics. Some body parts were made harder for a purpose.
when you can never take life for granted, you shouldn’t leave anything unsaid or undone.
India is famous for its cottage industries, but one cottage industry that seems to be thriving is that of bleeding-heart activists who crawl out of the woodworks at every opportunity, talking of how evil our forces are, and in the same breath not hesitating to glorify terrorists as innocent victims.
In a country where the Army stays in the shadows, has no political ambitions, is strictly secular, and does not want the limelight, the irony is that our toughest warriors are sometimes the softest target for this media spectacle.
‘You don’t have to be strong all the time. Perhaps that’s what love is, knowing that you can show your worst to someone and know that you won’t be judged.’
realising that those simple dreams were perhaps the ones which hurt the most, as those were things I could never experience again.
The whole idea was that you kept a steady stream of water going through the towel into the victim's mouth, spreading into his body faster than he could hope to expel it with the towel covering his face, thus gradually making him feel like he was being drowned.
In the real world, justice isn’t neatly delivered in a happy ending.
