3 year ago on 26 th june I lost my best friend to the Maoists. He was a briliant student. When his father died he had to leave his studies.My dad offered help,he gently refused.He joined the CRPF and was sent to Orisa against maoists without proper training .He told me that every day they were fasing deaths.On 26th june his squad ran into an ambush,despite being shot Pritam Da(3 year older) kept on firing so that the others might live before being overrun. The b'tards tied him to a tree,cut his throat and his belly,tied his guts around his neck as a neckless,lastly mutilated his face.When his body was brought to our town the whole town was there.All but me were crying.I forgot to cry,got scared.So I ran away.When he was alive I knew that if the whole world,even my family and friends turn against me,there would be still one support who will be always there.But now when I get up every morning I find that my walker has gone too far away. So that was the story.SORRY if I bored you.