A few hours had passed by. The city was silent after the ravages of the intruders. The streets bore a deserted look. Homes were plundered and remained only as a shell. The inhabitants, those rare ones who were caught and molested, lay uncounscious, dumped on the the roads or in other forgotten corners….
The fled inhabitants were lying in wait concealed among the bushes in the outskirts of the city, all the time mute witnesses to the atrocities inflicted upon those unfortunate enough to remain home. Just as they given up hope of ever returning home, there entered a battalion of foreign troops. They quickly and efficiently searched out the intruders and gave them a sound thrashing leaving no scope of survival. Steadily all the intruders were eliminated and the city became once again a hub of activity. Even after the city became operational, they stayed on for a several hours to ensure that the elimination process was indeed thorough.
Rohan was rushed to the clinic. Due to unbearable pain, he became unconscious. Vomit and a little blood was smeared on his face. The nurses quickly put him on IV and introduced anti-viral medicines. Being young and healthy, the medicines caught on immediately and he was soon conscious. As a precaution doctors advised him to eat bland food.
Within the week Rohan was back home, healthy and fit as before. Even with the nice aroma of food, which mummy cooked for other members of his family, he never was tempted; because he understood that it all started with his eating in a roadside dhaba the day before the ‘Art Competition’. He resolved that he would always eat healthy and hygienic food, for he was sure that he could never ever put up with the pain, the vomiting, the IV and more importantly, being unable to go out and play with his friends!!!
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