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The Duel with a predator in Khala.

 I remember, under the rainfall, a predator similar to a leopard  attacked me,  I was sad, something like dull feelings together with the rainfall was lying in my soul. But I turned away from its springing attack and it slipped on its landing. The rain was quietly falling when my fist broke its ribs and wounded its lung. Mistakes and slipping not permissible. It's Khala, sometimes easy to kill than running away. It fell on the grass and when lifted up its side was with mud. Its spotty hair was wet throughout before and it snarled at me, its mouth was full with blood. Its all appearance looked wet and mournful. Had it being not that it scratched my shoulder, I would have preserved its life. So, it was painful, my blood now mixed with the pouring rain  rushed  through my hands. It was the pain made me to give the uncalled for blow. I, myself also was mournful and sad at that dull time of the rainfall when I jumped forward and gave it a straight blow on its nose. The blow was a fatal one, I felt it on my hands, legs and back. My fist hits its backbone and turned its head into simple mass of brains, bones and blood.

  Yes, it was in the rainfall, when I with sorrowful eyes looked at the lying beast under the dull light of the rain, the beast which I didn't want to kill.