Nomus understood that his anger ruled them dramatically, that they could not move. After a while, a woman among them came near to Nomus, bowed down and asked him softly to hand over the revolver to her hand. She assured him repeatedly. She had an angelic face that he had never seen before. After a while, Nomus gave the revolver to her. She took it smoothly. She also gave him a very soft kiss on his cheek. Everybody started clapping, saying, “Bravo, bravo.” A young man also approached him and bowed down and he said, “We did not see our Lord, but we see Him now.” There was murmuring among the group. They were happy but about to leave as soon as possible. For the first time, Nomus noticed a helicopter on the road. Its big wings started to swing heavily. In the meantime, he came to know their names and came to know that the helicopter pilot hails from his maternal uncle Nohkam’s country home. There prevailed a pleasing environment. Among the dignitaries present, there were: The Chief Minister of West Bengal, the Home Minister of Pakistan, the Chief of the Pakistan Army (who was nullified by the little boy Nomus), and the Young Prince of Edinborough. The beautiful lady was the pilot’s wife, and the co-pilot was a countryman. While leaving, all shouted, “Bravo, bravo, enjoy, enjoy Bangla.” From an unknown place, hundreds of people came running down the street, shouting, “Joy Bangla, Joy Bangla”. Soon it turned into a big procession. Meanwhile, his innocent uncle, Mr Nohkam had fixed his pyjama. He put Nomus on his shoulder and ran away towards home. Later, Nomus learned that there was a daylong curfew on that day. After that incident, he could never go up there anymore.