Punjabi version can be read here.
When they called me, as it was my wont, I was lying supine on an old bed sheet spread on the floor. By now I had got used to sleeping on the floor though it was very difficult in the beginning. On the one hand repeated police beatings had made my bones utterly mushy and on the other, I had led a life of comfort. Because I was used to a life of comfort, I slept in a cot even during my days of hiding. Otherwise like others of my ilk I too would have been hiding in some sugarcane fields. But I had told the jathedars – group leaders – very clearly that I would be spending my nights in some dera1. The jathedars were in great awe of my being educated and otherwise too, what objection could they have had? Rather I only did all their work and I enjoyed a better reputation as a junior jathedar. *