Bored reportage…soldier’s death

Bored reportage…soldier’s death

Picture this-
23 year old, vivacious, willing to put everything on the line, with the sword in your hand, ready to stab your enemy through his skin..Now face-to-face with your rival-swords crossed..blood red eyes-ready to tear him apart just with those deadly looks, for having done the undoable, unforgivable, unthinkable. The kingdom you are trying to protect is under attack from the uncouth admiral Corporate Singh Dhillon. Dhillon has had the gumption to stage a mutiny against you and your people and sell your land, kill your King. He has the resources and the man power to bring you down, with a call. He can strip you off your badges of honour by calling out to your King. But you are a soldier and you would fight till death gets the better of you and justice is delivered.
You can see Corporate Singh coming at you at a pace, that makes you feel, he would pass through your chest. He pulls the reigns of his German horse, stopping at an arms length. He begins to threaten your day lights away and inflict shame and fear in your mighty justice-seeking heart. And oh, he knows it well, he will never get around with these tactics. He gets off his black beauty and removes his eye wear, to look at you directly and confront his own demon. “You bloody pesky rat of a soldier, what did you think you were doing in my private court? You thought you would go and tell your King and he would crown you the next prince for letting him into his own assassination plans?” Corporate Singh shudders.

You being made of substance that defies hollow threats, preferred refined silence over hostility. You would certainly not return his unsophisticated mannerisms in his own ways. But you have done your bidding.
At the battle field, the clamour of swords fills the air. Your swords cross, eyes stuck out, ready to tear his chest apart, you get a call from your King who says, “Ruchira, you cannot write this story. You need a confirmation from the Corporate Singh, if he actually has plans to assassinate the king. We don’t want to publish speculative stories.”