What happened to me in Bastar is a salient, yet painful incident within the history of Indian journalism. I want these incidents to be remembered as a tale of courage, repression, the bitter experience of incarceration and unrelenting hope. This battle is not just mine as an individual, but of the very right to freely speak out the truth in Bastar. It shows how sincere journalists in these sensitive regions are suppressed through such attempts as threats, false cases and imprisonment. In this very battle, I lost my dear friend Mukesh Chandrakar, with whom I shared a brotherly bond. Chandrakar was murdered by a local contractor and his brothers, associated with road construction. Later, his corpse was recovered from a septic tank within the contractor’s enclosure.