Thursday 12 February 2015

The Red Bangles- Part 1

She stared at her not so new red bangles. It was symbol that reminded her about him. She felt a slight blush arriving on her face. She played with her bangles while her red dupatta swayed to the music of carefree winds blowing. The memories of her dear husband played in her mind. Every events ran in her mind like as if it was happening for the first time.

The day of her life where she accepted him as her beloved had arrived and gone so quickly.  But his memories remained with her for long till now.Marriage is all about the adjustments and responsibilities and she was ready for it. She had accepted his desire to fight for their country and free his countrymen from the foreign power that had been ruling for more than 100 years.

She blushed at thought of meeting him after long long time. She had waited for this day since one year. A day never passed where she didn't think about him. He had promised her that he would meet her exactly after an year. He had gone for a cause that would take an year to execute. He was excited that he was going to be part of Bhagat's group. But he couldn't manage to cover his pain caused by the separation.

She received his last letter. He had spoken about love and days that he hadn't been with her. He also praised her for being strong and waiting patiently for him. He had also counted days for their reunion. She reread the letter again and again until she remembered each words written by him was time and in few minutes she will meet him.

The train had arrived. Half of its compartments were set on fire. She could hear the loud wails of children, women and all kinds of people crying. Dead bodies were hanging out of the train. She could hear her heart beat thump loudly. The only question that was in her mind was that was he safe?

Every minute, she prayed for his safety. In few minutes, life was going to be changed drastically. She saw few mutilated bodies of his friend. She covered her mouth, forcing herself to stop crying. But tears couldn't stop. Hopes had died. She stopped still and dropped down when she couldn't take it more.

(To be continued)

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