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Rude Awakenings - Forest Sangha Publications

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^0 T H I R D M O O N 06of my bag. The bag was hanging on my left shoulder. Across my chestwas slung the water bottle and mug so that they dangled by my rightside. It was from behind me on that side that the little chap approached.He caught hold of my mug, and as I turned, asked in Hindi where wewere going. There were others with him; they were the men who hadbeen sitting on top of the dead buffalo. “To the next village,” I said as hetugged my mug urgently. “What is it? Do you want this thing? It’s onlya mug....”Then everything blew up. Nick turned round with a menacing expressionon his face; someone was tugging my robe on one side while thefirst man was hauling frantically at the mug on its strap on the other.Three men charged at Nick who was crouched boxer-style; he wheeledand hit them with his backpack, then ran off with the three of them inhot pursuit. I was being lugged in two directions simultaneously by thestrap on my water bottle and on my bag, I could only try to get the stuffoff and let them have it, but their pulling on it made that impossible. Wewere going round in circles, with their excitement spinning into frenzy.I had to stop this. “Wait! Wait! Let me get this stuff off!” Momentarilythey stood still. They all had axes and staves. The leader glared at methrough twisted features and raised his axe.Funny how your mind goes clear when the options disappear. Whystruggle against the inevitable? The only freedom was to go withoutfear. I bowed my head and pointed the top of my skull toward him, drewthe blade of my hand along it from the crown of my head to the brow.“Hit it right there.” Something shifted; he backed off, waving his axe andmuttering angrily. I stepped forward and repeated the action. Give itaway; let it all go.Things settled. He lowered his axe. I slipped off the bag and the waterbottle and stepped back. The three of them began excitedly picking overthe treasure. I imagined that they’d rummage around, find there wasnothing there of any value, and run off. Two of them picked up the gearand scurried down the track a way. I felt shaky and sat down. Better keep2 3 8

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