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Afterwards van der graaf generator. Afterward meaning in hindi. Afterwards. Rumor has it Chandler Riggs was paid 3 128 oz cans of chocolate pudding to be in this movie. 2020: Cardinals the comeback team of the year Oh, they are keeping Vance vermind. "The twins look especially beautiful tonight, don't they? " My little sister asked, craning her neck to gaze at the odd stick figures twinkling in the night sky above. I shuffled my feet nervously. "Aditi, I…" "You know the immortal Pollux begged his father to let him share his immortality with his brother. " She added, almost accusingly, as she stood completely still, transfixed as she seemed to be by the hypnotic shimmering of the Gemini constellation. "He was willing to die for Castor. " "You know I would do the same for you. " I said defensively. "In a heartbeat. " Her hands balled up into fists beside her. "But you can't, can you? " I could feel the venom in her voice, the sheer unfairness of the situation ripping her usual composure to shreds. Her eyes finally broke away from the stars and came searching for mine, only to find them running away from a confrontation. "The odds of you being picked are low. " I mumbled half-heartedly. "No they aren't. It is our block's turn this time. There's only like 20 of us in it. " "I'm sure you won't get picked. " I asserted with a confidence I didn't really feel, not even on a surface level. She caught the lie quiet easily, and the pitying look that she then gave me broke my heart. "I... I want to run away. " She stated after a short pause. "…Come with me. " I reluctantly shook my head. "It won't work. They'll find us before we even get to the highway. You know what'll happen then. They'll kill us all; mom, dad… everyone. " "And why would that be such a bad thing? " She spat. "They had me even after knowing what was in store for me. " "You don't mean that…" I protested. "Yes. I do! " She retorted, before taking a deep breath. "Raghav…. " She whispered, her lips quivering. "I'm scared. " Her eyes watered, the facade of toughness she had so carefully built up finally cracked, letting the vulnerability pour out. I pulled her in for a hug and held on tightly, afraid that it might be the last chance I had to do so. She buried her head in my chest and sobbed silently. I wanted to say something, to comfort her, but the words just disintegrated in my brain, and the letters quickly slipped out of my grasp, leaving me a sad and confused mess. As if to announce Its own displeasure, the earth then rumbled underneath our feet, tectonic plates shifting and smashing against each other so violently little pebbles vibrated and flew up off the ground. Leaves of the Banyan tree we were under rustled frantically as its innumerable roots that reached down to the floor creaked and swayed with the quaking. Something primordial yawned and stretched its muscles beneath the bedrock, causing the two of us to tense up in fear. Half a minute later, the shaking tapered off, and Aditi relaxed, if only a little. "You're right. " She murmured. "Who can ever escape that, right? " I opened my mouth to reply, but a loud and persistent boom cut me off. The town's mayor had rung the alarm, signalling that the annual festival was finally upon us. "Festival", such a jovial name for something so morbid. "Let's go big brother. " My sister said derisively. "Time to go save the world. " Our little town sits in the middle of a valley, near the southern reaches of the lesser Himalayas. The towering snow capped peaks that loom around us also serve as a jagged boundary with China. Normally this would make it a very strategic position, but the sheer inaccessibility of this place on both sides means that we have next to no military presence in the area, making it ideal for the sort of fucked up rituals that are performed here on an annual basis. It is hard to say when exactly the sacrifices began, but the consensus in our town is that it was sometime in the early 18th century. Legend says that an adventuring and greedy Mughal officer started digging around for minerals and precious stones, but only ended up waking something ancient from its deep slumber. The festival began shortly afterwards, to placate the potentially apocalyptic entity. The burbling of the creek ahead gently pulled me out of my reverie, reminding me that we had reached the rickety wooden bridge that ran across the little river which came melting down the slopes of the glaciers over to the north, and cut our town into two halves before turning and joining the Ganges to our south. As we crossed the bridge and entered the town, I noticed people shuffling out of their homes, unwillingly making their way towards the townhall. Their whispers wafted down the cold air and reached our ears, picking up speed as they caught sight of us. "…Poor thing. " "So young too... Only 14. " "Wonder if she'll get picked tonight. " Aditi pulled her woolen hat down to her neck, stuffed her hands in her jacket and continued to walk silently, ignoring the sympathetic looks being shot her way. She didn't need the pity as it only made her resent our powerlessness. The smattering of people gradually turned into a thick crowd as we neared the townhall. Seemed like most of our over 3000 populace were coming to the festival. Our townhall was an old and imposing structure with a sloping wooden roof that the falling snow slid off of and melted into the drains beneath. It used to be the house of the resident British military commander, back when they still entertained foolish notions of invading China through the mountain passes here, but was later turned into the office of the local municipal government, and now it hides our town's darkest secrets. The front door of the building was being guarded by some men clad in bulletproof vests, wearing balaclavas and carrying TAVOR rifles. People silently walked past them and took their seats in the numerous rows of wooden benches beyond. On our side of the door was a table covered with white cloth, and a man sitting on a chair next to it, with an open notebook in front of him. "Aditi…. " Came a muffled voice from somewhere behind us. I turned around and saw our mother push past the lumbering crowd and hurry over towards us. She pulled my sister into her arms the moment she came close enough to do so. "You okay? " She asked after she pulled away, getting an imperceptible nod in return. Mom frowned, sharp lines springing up on her forehead like Lord Shiva's trident. "Have you registered yet? " A flash of annoyance crossed Aditi's face. "I was just going to. " She replied tiredly. Mom held her hand and led her over to the table. She was quiet experienced with all this, having gambled with her life for decades. I still remember how she sobbed with relief when the doctor told her she had hit menopause, effectively taking her out of the running. "Next! " The man at the table shouted. "Oh, it's you, Aditi! Glad to see you. Please sign here. " He grinned obnoxiously at me while my sister bent over the table. "Raghav. Good to see you! " I refused to respond. "So, " he continued when Aditi got back up, "What number will you be choosing tonight? " She shrugged. "Oh, come on! " He whined. "You have to! It's a tradition! " He pointed at the paper in front of him. "These are the numbers still available, go on, pick one! " "How does it matter what fucking number gets me closer to my death, you asshole! " She snapped. Mom squeezed her shoulders, and she sighed. "Fuck… just… 91. I choose 91, okay? You happy? " "Atta girl! " He said with a painfully artificial smile. We turned and walked into the townhall, trying hard to ignore the sad and inquisitive expressions on people's faces. A couple of rows ahead, I saw my dad standing and waving at us. I could feel a sinking feeling in my chest, as the walls seemed to close in around me and the echoing whispering slammed into my eardrums. I hated this part, the wait before the picking, the anxiety and fear writhing around in my belly. Damn this tradition, damn this town, damn this world. We took our seats next to dad and began waiting in silence for the macabre spectacle to begin. I grabbed my sister's hand and squeezed reassuringly. After what felt like an eternity, the mayor entered the room, flanked by armed guards like the ones we saw outside and went up to the podium on the stage. All around the room were other armed men, looming around us menacingly. I glanced back at the mayor. Sleek grey hair, sleek Nehru jacket and a disarming smile, he looked like the typical smarmy politician. He tapped the microphone in front of him and the next second his voice boomed through the loudspeakers and echoed around in the tiled room. "Good evening everyone. It is time once again for our town to come together and work for a cause greater than ourselves. It's time for us to put aside our differences and offer a tribute for the sake of our precious earth. You know, it is written in the Gita that…" I tuned out, not wanting to listen to the useless spiel he repeats every year, and instead chose to focus on others around me. Everywhere my eyes went, I could see women of varying ages sitting with their families with fear in their eyes, wondering whether it would be their turn this year. Teenagers, working professionals, mothers, all reduced to mere sacrifices. After a while, it is only natural for one to wonder, is this world even worth saving? "And now for the picking. " The mayor declared, before going to a table behind him on top of which sat a large rectangular glass container the size of a small aquarium, filled with dozens of numbered chips like the ones they use in poker. Besides the container was a cage with a crow inside it. The mayor opened the cage, and the crow instantly flew out and perched itself atop the container. This is it. We watched with bated breath as without any instructions, the crow dove in and grabbed a solitary chip in its beak, and flew over to the mayor's outstretched arm, who plucked the chip out and gently pushed the crow back inside. "Well, well, well. " He laughed. "Seems like we have a winner. " Please don't be 91. Please don't be 91. "It is 91! " The mayor thundered, and my heart instantly imploded. He checked the paper in front of him and read out my sister's name. "Aditi Jaswal! " Over 3000 heads turned in our direction, some exhausted, some relieved and some full of outrage at the injustice of it all. But not a single soul offered to help. I instinctively grabbed my sister's arm in a vice like grip. No. "Mom! " She cried, looking at her mother who buried her head in her hands and wept inconsolably. Dad averted his eyes, the coward. "Now, now, Aditi. " The mayor admonished from the stage. "You know why we need to do this. You know what is at stake here. … We all do, don't we? " I saw the masked men approach us, ready to take my sister away. "Raghav.. Help me. " My sister spoke in a raspy voice. My heart thudded in my chest. What do I do? What do I do? I should have listened to her, should have just stolen dad's car and made a break for it. At least there was a chance we might have made it. Now I was certain to lose my sister. I saw a hand reach for Aditi. I instantly swatted it aside and wrapped my arms around her protectively. "You can't! " I screamed savagely. "You can't take her! Please! " "Don't do this Raghav! " The mayor said. "We all know this has to happen! " "Fuck what has to happen. " I shouted. "And fuck you. You can't take her. I won't let you! " "We don't have time for this. " The gunman to my left said as he tried to pull me aside. Something snapped inside me. It was like my mind had been possessed by white hot, irrational rage. I punched the guy in the side of his head. Then, almost as if the beast buried in the ground sensed what was happening, the earth shook with such intensity that dust and plaster rained down from the ceiling, making everyone in the hall scream in fear and begin scrambling for the exit in panic. Tubelights broke free from their fixtures and hung precariously overhead as the earthquake showed no sign of letting up. A staccato of gunfire interrupted the chaos, making everyone fall to their knees. "Stop, everyone! We don't want to anger the old one. " The mayor yelled at his mic, the speakers somehow still working just fine. Someone slammed into my side, sending me crashing down to the ground. I fought to free myself, but was quickly overpowered by the stronger gunman. He landed rapid blows on my sides, knocking the wind out of me, before pulling a pistol out and aiming it at my head. "I should just kill you, right here and right now. " He snarled, the balaclava stretching around his mouth, exposing his…. Fangs. God, I must be hallucinating. My little rebellion had proved to be fruitless as my sister was dragged kicking and screaming out of the hall, and the rumbling of the earth miraculously stopped almost as soon as she left. Aditi's tear stained face was the last I ever saw of her, and it would be more than half a decade before I found out what exactly had happened to her. "Don't kill him! " My dad exclaimed as he jumped and stood beside me, his hands raised in the air. "Please. Spare him. Don't kill both our children on the same night. " "He has to pay a price! " The one aiming the gun at me shouted back. "There have to be consequences for insubordination. " "Take me instead! I'll offer my life in exchange for his.. " I groaned. "No, Dad. Don't.. " The man looked at the mayor, who nodded. A couple of moments later, my father was taken to the stage and executed in front of the whole town. The booming gunshot faded with time, but my mother's heart wrenching screams never did, leaving a permanent scar on my soul. Part 2 M.

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