A Tale of Heroism

The sun rose in the east as usual to the divine music of the chirping birds that welcomed the day with their gaiety. The sleeping inhabitants of Srinadhapuram had no idea what the day would bring. They woke to a beautiful day and went about their daily chores. The men went out to whatever engaged them during the day enabling them to earn an honest livelihood.

Everything was peaceful. The women having finished their chores sat on the stone seats in front of their houses talking or maybe gossiping or maybe whatever helped them find relief for their stress. The kids were playing and running around. It was an ideal day to relax. Everything seemed peaceful. No one could have expected that anything would go wrong on such a pleasant day.