I was on the way to boarding a flight to Surabaya from India. I became drunk in the airport and missed my flight. In the morning when I woke up, I was in a cell and after paying a fine, I left from there and phoned my wife. I boarded a train and travelled to Kerala my native place. My hand was aching and swollen as the steel inserted into it had changed position due to the manhandling of the police. My sister and wife connived something really dirty for me. They said: ‘we are taking you to hospital to fix your hand.’ I yielded to them without any protest as I was very tired and worn-out. In the hospital a brawny male nurse said they wanted to inject me to relieve me from pain and I meekly offered my hand. The next thing I remember was I blacked out. And when I woke up it was next morning. I was in a room with five beds and people. I started shouting: ‘where am I’? The male nurses abused me physically and verbally and tied me to the bed. There were several wards in the hospital and our ward called CHAVARA. I decided to escape from this Catholic shit-hole called Sacred Heart. I carefully planned my agenda for escape. Escape was easy, as all the doors of the hospital had the similar key for opening. And all the male nurses carried the same key. As the time approached 10 to 12 AM, I left my room and made my way to the Nurse’s room and I saw the male nurse fast asleep seated on a chair. I went behind him and strangled his neck. He passed out without even a whimper. I took the key from his trouser pocket and opened all the doors and came out. To my good-luck, the sentry was fast asleep. I left the country and right now I am living in a neighboring country under disguise similar to the war criminals of the Nazi era.