Ginger drafts...

Out of the seething quicksand that rapidly sucked every object along the concentric circles, there arose something, just the tip of it was visible. We all, Mr. R, Mr. S, Ms.T and myself watched in amazement as the object grew bigger and bigger, the form of it now conceivable. As it dug out the mud itself and poured out, the pipe like object swivelled with a screeching sound of metal that we felt beneath our feet. The ground was shaking under the intense struggle between the heavy thick black viscous fluid the pipe contained and the ground that resisted the separation. Fumes rose up high in the air, the caustic ashes burned our nostrils, the reddened exteriors of the viscous pipe solidified as it fell on the ground with the tail growing behind it. After about two hours, the pool gradually died and the pipe still attached to the ground broke after it condensed in the air outside, the umbilical cord was shredded with tearful pools of concentric circles. It was still not day time. Mr. S

It was a steep incline, I was driving towards it on my two wheeler. But the wall rose up before me as a wave would, and to drive over it, I had to let go of my vehicle and crawl up to the edge of the top. I made it with barely enough time, the fringes of a collapse pattern were forming beneath my heels as I stepped on it and ran across the wave’s head. My friends drove before me, two of them, I wondered for a brief moment, if we would make it at all. They were no where in the horizon, squinting my eyes at the ugly bearded hag in a meditative mode in the room on my left, I proceeded to search for the window sill in the house. Something I remembered form the previous time I visited the place, I shuddered to let the thought play on my mind though, for I had barely ever visited this haunting mansion before. Then I found, behind a yellow coated wall, through the red tiled hallway; I reached out to the window and crouched into it. Outside, the sound of sirens and the street’s routine calme

“Do you know who we are fighting the war against?” enquires the tall German officer pacing back and forth with a steady gaze upon the pretty Jewish boy in Nazi uniform, and the boy replies Russia, France, England, all of which are returned with a slight nod by the tall German. Finally though, stately, the German officer with his arms crossed against the chest, with an askance glance self correcting to freeze upon the boy, observes “Jews”, and continues “it’s a holy war that we are fighting”. This to me, is the most memorable scene of the movie. A Jewish teenage boy is growing up in Hitler’s Germany. A rare sensibility, movie strikes upon the teenager, whose sister is jealous, for she would have liked it to be the son of the family. Alas, this teenage boy ain't so much a man, he hides in a beer barrel to stay away from the march of Nazis, but gets home late, too late to bid farewell to his dying sister. With these scenes, movie sets up a stage filled with fractured emotions where