Comrades !!!

I was remaining solitary at the transport stand going to Colaba. Before the Worli ocean face, the ocean of ​​Bombay was cleaning up, sitting tight for the morning to completely sprout. The ocean pakhi was going all over with the waves, moaning on his chest. On the far-spread ocean, where Matiala was noticeable, a few boats remaining there resembled pictures. All of a sudden the breeze, which was playing with the morning, came in my ear and said, 'The transport going to Colaba is coming sss.'

The transport stopped with a shock. I climbed the transport and ran up the steps to the highest level ceaselessly and sat on the front seat. The rushes of the ocean needed to get me. When he hopped extremely high, I got totally doused in it. At the point when the transport began running, I felt that I was swinging on the merry go round. Assuming I just turned left, I would adapt to the left like a full metal laurel, and on the off chance that I turned right, I would move to the right. Holding the iron bar of the seat, I turned out before Haji Ali, showing homage Haji Ali Pir and asking for the long existence of the fighters. In the wake of getting through the delightful intersection of Haji Ali and entering Pedder Road, I woke up and the eyes of the troopers who were harmed in the 1971 conflict began moving in their eyes.

The conflict that broke out among India and Pakistan was finished. Barely any breaths were saved, which must be gotten from the combat zone. I thought, comparatively many harmed would be in Pakistan as well. I used to go to see the harmed fighters who had come to the Military Hospital in Colaba. Every one of the specialists and medical caretakers there knew me. They used to tell, proceed to sit close to this patient today, converse with that officer today. I would likewise take full consideration of his medication and continue to converse with him. Got extraordinary alleviation. Like this, I likewise have a commitment in this conflict. I'm serving the country by serving them. On the manner in which I purchased twelve bananas, twelve oranges and a few roses as per my capacity. Climbing the steps, I arrived at the main floor of the emergency clinic, then, at that point, a trooper sitting on a wheel seat was groaning with his hands over his eyes, 'Hai may, ke karan (O mother, what would it be a good idea for me do?)?'

I was stunned, this is Dogra jawan. From that point I put my hand on the wheel seat and grinned at Khidmatgar and began strolling together. Whenever he was made to lie on the bed in the room, he said indeed, 'Hey maye, badi peed e (O mother, there is extraordinary pain.)'. My liver came out. I don't have any idea how much agony was in his voice. At the point when her lips met while saying 'Mother', a spot of blood emerged on her enlarged lips. The specialist came and gave him an infusion. His face and head were covered. I put my hand on his shoulder and gradually, gradually as the mother sets down close to her resting youngster, began singing the Dogri bedtime song: 'Tum malla tu lok bhanan, thikariyan badam bhanne tu, tu malla tu lok baun, mandis. You get it done.' (My youngsters, on the off chance that individuals break shards, you break almonds, on the off chance that individuals sit in court, you ought to do them equity. This is my supplication.)

His breathing became lighter. With extraordinary exertion he opened one eye a bit and took a gander at me relaxed. His cheeks pulled up in a smile. A drop of blood emerged all the rage like a radical. He gave a slight motion to the neck and said, 'Endlessly sing.' Lori's heart was all the while shuddering yet to be determined that she rested like a fulfilled kid. When he rested, I let my tears stream by concealing my face with both my hands. Don't have the foggiest idea how lengthy this endured. It is truly challenging to eliminate voiceless tears. The voice continues pounding and vacillating inside. Indeed, even after the salt water circumvents, something stays inside, which keeps on seeming like lightning in the mists.

Out of nowhere the fixing of one hand on the shoulder carried me into the rest of the world. I cleaned my tears with my chunri and glanced around. A specialist of as old as a fighter was taking a gander at me thoughtfully, holding a stethoscope swinging on a white coat. There were six debilitated in that ward. There were shades before everybody's bed. The bare type of the repulsions of war was uncovered inside him. The specialist flagged me to return. When he came outside the passageway, he asked in an exceptionally soft tone, 'How could you know?' I was amazed to see the specialist. Perhaps he understood his error. He began checking me with addressing eyes out. I said, 'I come here consistently and sit close to the patients. He was speaking Dogri, so I pursued him. This is my comrade. There could be no more noteworthy relationship than this. What befell it, specialist?

Toward the finish of the ward, taking a gander at the ocean peeping through the window, he said, 'Shrapnel has entered his mind. He had brought his sidekick from the spot of blast of the bomb. We can do nothing. Similarly as long as it is, you can deal with it. Its aggravation isn't seen by anybody. When it shouts, then, at that point, even the dividers begin shaking with dread.' I asked, 'Could have given a wire to his relatives? It will likewise require two days to come here from Jammu. The specialist thought quietly. Then, at that point, he said, 'However you continue to come. It will unquestionably be a joy to see somebody before you pass on. I asked, 'Specialist, when will it wake up?'

The specialist said hopelessly, 'The aggravation is terrible. It can come for four-five hours. Whenever I returned following four hours, he was drinking soup. I came and sat on the stool set close to his bunk. I asked, 'Hun OK?' He said, 'OK, I am fine right now.' He was experiencing difficulty opening his mouth while drinking the soup, however presently his lips were less enlarged than previously. He asked in a faltering voice, 'Isne kiye aayein? ' I said, 'I come here ordinarily to see the injured warriors. The medical caretakers tell, with whom would it be advisable for me I sit. Get an opportunity to serve somebody. Numerous young ladies come. Conversing with the warriors, it appears to be that we likewise have a commitment in the safeguard of the nation and you should realize that countless our people melodies have been created on the troopers as it were. I like my officers without question. He said cheerfully, 'You know officers' society melodies?'

I said, 'No doubt, each Dogri lady ko aane hai.' He demanded, 'Don't sing for me!' I made a sound as if to speak gradually and began murmuring so that no one but he could hear: 'Bol meriye jindadiye entryway sapai kiyan rohnde na?' (My dear, tell me, how do the officers stay away?) He was eased to hear the tune in his own language, as though the first language's was drinking his aggravation. There was a marghat-like quiet around. Sooner or later I fell quiet. I asked delicately, 'Where are you from?' He said, 'I'm from Chanaini. Going from Jammu to Kashmir, there is a white-white castle on the right side, where a stream streams. There is additionally a power station. The mother of the Raja of Chanaini was the little girl of our own town. I have likewise been to the lord's castle commonly. While discussing the ruler, a sad remnant of respectability began to illuminate all over. I thought it was simply the lord.

The specialist said despondently, 'The aggravation is terrible. It can come for four-five hours. Whenever I returned following four hours, he was drinking soup. I came and sat on the stool put close to his bunk. I asked, 'Hun alright?' He said, 'OK, I am fine right now.' He was experiencing difficulty opening his mouth while drinking the soup, however presently his lips were less enlarged than previously. He asked in a stammering voice, 'Isne kiye aayein? ' I said, 'I come here regularly to see the injured troopers. The medical attendants tell, with whom would it be a good idea for me I sit. Get an opportunity to serve somebody. Numerous young ladies come. Conversing with the warriors, it appears to be that we additionally have a commitment in the protection of the nation and you should realize that countless our people melodies have been formed on the fighters as it were. I like my fighters without a doubt. He said joyfully, 'You know warriors' society tunes?'

I asked, 'Who are there in the house?' His eyes topped off, then, at that point, he grinned and said, 'Everybody is there. My mom, Bapuji, senior sister by marriage, Bhaiji and their kids. Coincidentally, everybody in the town is his own. Then, at that point, he said, 'Boboji (senior sister), where are you from?' I said, 'I'm from Purmandal. Heard the name?' He said enthusiastically, 'I went there on Shivratri. Had a shower in Devika as well. Devika is called Gupta Ganga, right? I grinned and said, 'OK.' Then he said, 'I had gone to get my sister by marriage.' I asked, 'Which territory is your sister by marriage from?' He suffocated in the juice and said, 'Bobo, the region doesn't have any idea, yet his home is Atti. Sister by marriage's more youthful sister Atti. This is his name.' I asked, 'What is this name, Atti? ,

He grinned and said, 'Should be made of outrageous? She accomplishes the work just in outrageous. Assuming she goes to fill water, she will bring 16 pots full. Atti gets two pitchers all at once. His face turned out to be delicate. The entire presence resembled a bad dream. I asked him with incredible love, 'You as it, don't you?' He become flushed. I made a fantasy inflatable and left it overhead of my brain. Up, exceptionally high. Then, at that point, thought, it wouldn't be hard to track down Atti in his town. I will track down it, yet for whom? He was saying, 'My mom used to make me drink Kirad each day. You know, isn't that right? I said, 'OK, the curd from which margarine isn't separated, that lassi is called Kirad.' We both chuckled while talking together.

I was touching his hand. He was saying, 'Boboji, my Bapu was likewise in the military. Whenever he had chance in the arm in the battle, he got back home in the wake of getting his annuity. Presently his benefits and a little cultivating earn enough to pay the bills. I asked, 'And your sibling?' He began saying, 'Sibling runs a transport on the Jammu-Kashmir course. Now and again Jammu, now and then Kashmir. He likewise gets back home for a little while in a month. I said, 'Then, at that point, will you travel with him on the transport a great deal?'

The fighter's face became milder. He began saying, 'Commonly the sibling used to take the transport with him. Our maternal grandma is in Batote, right? Bhapa used to leave me there. Used to bring it back over and over. In my maternal grandma, my maternal uncles love me without question. They have nurseries of Dadoonies. Sharp pomegranate is produced using them. In summer we eat chutney of pomegranate and stuff it in cucumber. We both giggled. I asked, 'How lengthy have you been in the military?' Said, 'That is somebody for quite a long time. Bapu needed to do his shop there just in Chanaini. At the point when Bapu got the singular amount cash, this was his desire, however I was unyielding. I said, 'Somebody from our family generally goes to the military. Presently you have come, I will go.' Saying this he grinned, then, at that point, said, 'Today or tomorrow somebody should likewise come from home; But you continue to come and still, at the end of the day. 'Is there any valid reason why I won't come, I will come.' I said.

Then, at that point, I saw that influxes of agony were ascending all over. Sitting tight for the tide, he got the bunk with two hands. Then, at that point, the specialist entered a piece anxious. He didn't have the foggiest idea how he had come to know. The medical caretaker was with him. Seeing me, the specialist inclined serenely and relaxed to the debilitated and told him, 'Don't you see, somebody has come from home as well. I told you so!' The officer grinned, then, at that point, said, 'I can bear the aggravation now. Boboji is additionally here. The specialist checked me with a scrutinizing watch out. I said, 'Specialist sir, in Dogri it is called Bobo senior sister.' Then he went to the officer and told him, 'I'm your chanaini as well. Just relax. Our town is dependably with us. I don't have any idea how I said this. He lamented and grinned at the name of his town. I intertwined his hand with my hand and said: 'Chan mhada chadeya te lishke bich thalia

It is certainly my life to meet Chamki Chanain Moiye Dikh Rati Kalia . (My moon is radiating on the plate. See, how Chanaini town has arisen like a moon sparkling in obscurity night. My dear, certainly meet.) Look, there is a people tune on your Chanaini as well. He was checking me in dismay out. Perhaps he was thinking regardless of whether I am Chanaini. Chanaini is his lovely town, his origin, where the white castles of the rulers beam on dim evenings, where the round stones peeping through the water of the streaming waterway sparkle like stars, from where the twisting development of the transport going to Srinagar is his town. He gazes at pieces, as exposed youngsters take a gander at the transport lights in surprise. The specialist had given an infusion to the officer. He was gradually going into the lap of rest.

The specialist put his hand on my shoulder. I was crying. Will this splinter-strong eye truly become unmoving? Will this trooper, who is battling for his local land, be covered here in a crematorium in Bombay, or will his relatives take his body to Chanaini, who can say for sure? I just got wrapped up. I was stirred by the voice of the specialist. I let my tears stream. The specialist gave no consideration to him. Came out and said pleadingly, 'You will come tomorrow as well, won't you?' I said, 'OK.' The specialist said, 'Whenever you come, however it is a little cognizant toward the beginning of the day during breakfast.' While returning home, I felt, my perfect partner, my own, my genealogical home is lying here alone. Like me many were returning. With no expectation, with no situation. The specialist didn't give the officer more than two-three days.

At the point when I arrived at the following morning, he had effectively eaten. The attendant was cleaning her face. A white fabric was wrapped like a cover on the head brimming with shrapnel. At the point when he grinned and took a gander at me, he felt like a dervish to me. Dervish, who has emerged from his place. The medical caretaker asked in her eyes. I turned both the hands of the Kalakand towards him. The medical attendant additionally begun grinning. She took both the Kalakand in her grasp and began taking care of the warrior. At the point when the trooper ate a great deal of fondant, he said, 'Sister, don't you eat as well.' Sister continued to grin. The trooper told me, 'In this fondant, I recollect the jaggery barfi, who used to make Durga candy store in our chain.' When every one of the three of us chuckled at this, we continued snickering. Like something caught in the fighter's neck. I set my hand on his back and the medical caretaker began giving him water. Inevitably his breathing got back to business as usual. When he improved, he began saying, 'Boboji, today there was extraordinary bliss. I love Kalakand without question.

I became hopelessly enamored with him a ton. I said joyfully, 'Assuming you ask, I can bring you Rajma-rice tomorrow?' His eyes began sparkling. He said, 'It's truly been an important day in the wake of eating rajma-rice. Is Rajma from Poonch? ' I said, 'OK, they have a place with Poonch.' He was exceptionally blissful so I prodded him, 'Would it be advisable for me I compose a letter to Atti?' He become flushed. Briefly, as though the entirety of his aggravation disappeared away. Then, at that point, taking a gander at me with eyes, he said, 'Bobo, how are you talking! Assuming sibling tunes in, he will kill you.'

He didn't have a clue about the location or not, to kill him, the shrapnel which played on repeat in his mind is gradually becoming toxic substance and taking him in his lap. The obviousness began falling on him once more. His face was gleaming. His hands were firmly holding the side of my scarf. I thought, on the off chance that he will rest, how might I eliminate this scarf caught in his fingers? Inside the brain, the lightning began blazing in the chest of the mountain mists. I said, turning my hand on his temple, 'Will you go to Chanaini in the wake of recuperating from here or will you?' He addressed perseveringly, 'Let me leave first. I'm exceptionally tired of this bunk. It appears as though it is woven with ropes of agony and every one of the ropes are folded over me. I was interested by his ways of thinking. As he fell asleep, he said, 'Smelt a ton of kidney beans and add less chilies.'

I said, 'OK, presently you fall asleep. I will come tomorrow first thing. He attempted to open his eyes. I said, 'Rest and see, the fighter doesn't overreact. The spirits of the Dogra fighters stay high in the voices of the individuals who sing the melodies of the troopers. He grinned. Her grin was more pitiful than crying. He had gotten my lap. His breath had become delicate and balsamic like that of a child. My aanchal was additionally getting let out of his hands. I gradually pulled him and put my hand on his bed and began watching his breath climbing and plummeting. The medical attendant came and said, 'Presently he will rest for four-five hours, bai! you go.' I said, 'Medical caretaker, on the off chance that she recovers cognizance while you are with her, tell her, I will bring nourishment for her soon tomorrow.'

The following day, in the wake of filling the case with food, shutting the smell of Rajma, I was going towards his ward in the emergency clinic, so I was thinking, how blissful the officer will be subsequent to eating Rajma-rice. My speed sped up. A lady gets incredible delight in cooking and taking care of. My means got quicker. Fervor began running. At the point when I arrived at his ward, I saw three or four heads bowing on his bed. The leg is put and it isn't similar to a white cover on the head. He was groaning. I proceeded to stand close by. I could hear my tears dribbling onto the hot box of bread. The specialist was watching him. This officer was another person. Where has he gone for whom I had brought rajma-rice? Then, at that point, I saw that Kalwali nurture was leaving with a plate. I pursued him. I asked her in the hall, 'Sister, where is she for whom I have brought rajma-rice?'

Sister said, 'After that he didn't recover awareness. Took it the previous evening as it were. This warrior has come at 12 PM. It was something regular for the attendant. How lengthy did I remain there? Then, at that point, coming, I kept that case by the entryway of the medical clinic and returned home. It has been numerous years since this thing. When I went to Jammu, I recollected a great deal about the officer, so promptly toward the beginning of the day I boarded the transport of Chanaini. Sitting on the following seat, my eyes got some distance from the circumambulation of the turns, then, at that point, the fighter began showing up all over, as though he was obliging me to Chanaini. Don't have the foggiest idea how his folks, sibling, sister by marriage, youngsters will be? Furthermore, Atti probably got hitched. Where she will actually want to know, a longing to wed him has been consumed in the fire.

The cool mountain wind was coming back over and over and stroking my hair. The essence of the grinning fighter in the fantasy was sparkling like the sun peeping on the bends. I felt that he is likewise going to Cheneni with me. The present moment I was totally in the temperament of the warrior that the dry voice of the guide fell in my ears, 'We should get down, Chanaini, the rides of Chanaini.' I got down and glanced around, two individuals were strolling conveying packs. I followed them. Dont know why; I didn't think of him as deserving of requesting the location from the fighter's home. Glancing around on the lookout, I was searching for an ice cream parlor shop. He had referenced about Durga Halwai's jaggery barfi. I was gradually looking left and right. A few ladies remaining in a road were filling water on the tap. Everybody began checking me out. One asked, 'Whose house will you go to?' I said, 'I'm searching for Durga Halwai.'

A messy woman laughingly said, 'Durga Halwai's lottery appears to have opened.' I resented his impoliteness, however before that another young lady took me with her. On the manner in which he said, 'This is a major donkey to do. Some are mental as well. Nobody pays attention to this. Presently look, Durga Halwai's eye activity got harmed. He is lying outside the shop with a bed, and whoever goes, admonishing him and getting some information about everybody - who are you, whose child would you say you are, the place where is your dad, sibling's letter has come or not? Will exhaust you to an extreme. I thought, the word bore has reached even to the mountains. Then, at that point, she came and remained before a shop. An intense bull kid was cooking khoya. The young lady said, 'She has come from the city. Asking Chachu. While broiling the khoya, he said, 'Today he won't come. He has intestinal sickness. Bring them back home.

His home was toward the finish of a rough road. Durga was resting in the sun while recovering in the sun. We proceeded to stand near him. He heard a yell and asked, 'Who is it? ' The young lady gave up, 'she has come to meet you.' 'Who are you, sweetheart?' 'Yes uncle! She needs to ask something. He didn't change his situation, then, at that point, expressed out loud, 'Whatever would you like to inquire? Pick up the pace, in any case if the hack starts...' I said rapidly, 'I have come to figure out the warrior. where could his home be? ' The confectioner said, 'Who, Mangtu? Well that officer! Wow my lion, you also have been avoided.'

I was astonished to see the confectioner. His shut eyes were likewise drenched in thought. He said, 'He was Satroda. Satroda knows. ill-conceived children of rulers. He had none of his own. He generally made up his own accounts. I had heard that he was killed in the conflict of Pakistan. There was a wire to the Patwari in the town. He used to come and sit at my shop here and there. He cherished jaggery barfi without a doubt. He was likely missing my quiet. He began saying, 'Bua, there are numerous such men, who, in the wake of seeing their fantasies, begin getting them as evident. His mom had never passed on. who sees him? Somebody had left him outside the royal residence. I experienced childhood with the side of my shop. He and Kalu used to lie under my heater in winters. Then, at that point, somebody had given him a sweeping as well, however he passed on as an officer. Good job! Presently it is past the point of no return for my Kalu to bite the dust. Watch your turn when it comes. Kalu was a canine, yet Mangtu used to converse with him as though he also was a man's youngster. For some time he stayed quiet. Then, at that point, as he took note. He began saying, 'Go-go auntie, come inside. The little girl in-regulation will ask you for tea and water.

Subsequent to saying this he began wheezing. I had lost my hearing and discourse. In any event, meeting up, Mangtu was coming before his eyes over and over. I started to wind around the mental fortitude to move forward from where Mangtu, her family, Atti and her fantasies were covered.