GRAHAM Staines' long-time friend Subhankar Ghosh - a Botany teacher - in Cuttack was awakened by the first shouts. Peering through a mud hut window, barely 300 yards from the chapel door where Staines and his children slept in the station wagon, he saw a mob surrounding the vehicle. I heard shouts, beatings, screams, brickbatting, banging of doors. They were shouting maro, maro, maro and zindabad. Then suddenly the station wagon was in flames. Outside the hut, the mob prevented all rescue efforts. When the mob left an hour later, Staines and his children lay charred. Next day, the cops scooped out the heap. The target was Staines: his camera, watch and Bible remained. It was gruesome. I'll never forget, says Ghosh. Neither will the nation.