Thread by @Brahamvakya

One night in 1993, our house in village was attacked as I was visiting with my father and 2 of his guards.
Guards slept outside the main house in security rooms..& they were easily overpowered by attackers while they were asleep../1

A muffled voice and kicked tumbler work my father sleeping in his room. He called out my name and I responded. Both of us as a matter of habit corked the rifles next to pillow.. I got up from bed and was about to open the door when I saw someone jump into Aangan../2

I immediately fired from .315 Springfield rifle.. Guy ducked and fired back.. I was behind the door. My father was on roof with another rifle and a pistol.. got the man.
Both of us held two corners of roof in a jiffy and fired some 100
Shots, taking care of 3 attackers../3

We had a phone but the wire was token or cut during the day and both police bodyguards were already tied by attackers. We fired some 100 shots during those ) hours till the time police came
Imagine if we had no guns.. I hv been shot, survived because I carried a licensed pistol/5

By the time police came my whole face had so much of black residue (from the bullets fired), shoulder was almost blue and palm was swollen pushing the mechanism for loading to fire.
Both of us sat down on Takht in baithak once we confirmed it was indeed POlice & family members/6

I grew up in one night.. forgot the romance of peace and Hakuna Matata.. understood that gun ownership maintains a balance in our deeply corrupt police system and poor state resources../7

It is not about your own life but it becomes the right for the life of people you care about- daughters, sisters, sons, mother, aunts, younger brothers, father, uncle..
That desperation still haunts as one of my sister was home with us. I just didn’t want to let my father down/8