The Vigilantes

“Who are these vigilantes?” the minister grumbled furiously. His eyes were bloodshot due to lack of sleep. Who can sleep when hundreds of voices are chanting “Vande mataram” from midnight till dawn?

He was not the only one suffering. Every corrupt man, woman in the country was suffering from the same predicament.

The infuriating thing was the honest people were sleeping peacefully right beside them, without being least bothered. As if they could not hear that thunderous roaring.

“Everyone is saying that they are the spirits of freedom fighters… sick of corruption!”

70 word stories EP


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