hasin dhoka

...that man stood in the northern railway line crossing through albama  in the middke of the bridge , his gaze glued to the twenty feet below  clear flowing  blue waters , his hands  in the military style at ease relaxed behind him clasoed ,, his erists were tied up with thin but string silk  strings , a rope noise round his neck , the other end if the rope was tied to the bridge railing up above his head the rope s length was  extra long  therefore  rested in spiral in hus shoulders , he was  surrounded with two ex  army soldiers  standing on the beams to finish their duty , at some distance an officer in uniform watched the developments ,  his stars on his uniform showed his rank was  of a senior captain, on both sides if the bridge  two armed gunmen pointed their guns at him  perfectly pisitioned  and still, behind one of the guards the railway track  dusapoeared completely into the thick forest