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simply great i was actually unaware of this beautiful world of fanfic or to say the least abt the forum until i found a really nice MRD forum and am glad i found it i guess i was lucky really love all the written works here just keep it going don't end it like MRD or i'll be heart broken

Originally posted by: skeptical

Hello Dewy,

Glad to see you after a long time.

Actually, while I wrote the update, I was a bit unnerved myself. I always felt that thetrees, the garden and the house had also got a story to tell. Their looking on at the distressed girl added to the pathos......at least that was the effect that I wanted. 😊

Originally posted by: sim_ran

simply great i was actually unaware of this beautiful world of fanfic or to say the least abt the forum until i found a really nice MRD forum and am glad i found it i guess i was lucky really love all the written works here just keep it going don't end it like MRD or i'll be heart broken

Oh you winds, gently blow

Make no noise as you flow

Her eyelids have closed now

Let her rest anyhow

reminds me of hawa dheere aana...

Her dreams will shatter don't you peek

Be quiet you crickets! Be quiet you trees!

On her forehead there shouldn't be a crease.

Let my child have a cushioned nest

Let my child have her peaceful rest!

She seemed to hear the refrain of her mother's song. She seemed to feel the gentle caressing of her hand. She seemed to be enveloped in her mother's love. She seemed to be a happy child once more. Kranti fell into a slumber. Her hushed sob didn't escape Sohan tauji. He stroked her hair and prayed fervently that one day she would get all the love that was her due. She had been starved for too long.

Far away from the city, in a quiet village outside Amritsar, a young man woke up with a start. Whose sobs had he heard? Who was crying softly?

aww skepy now i am waiting for next part ....a young man woke up with a start.....yeh kis ki sada...thee jo use tadpa gayee....i will be waiting skepy

essence of harimandir sahib was magical ,th eplace depicts such positivity an hope.....in it building design itself reflects unity and equality..ist four doors in four directions open to welcome anyoen from any race relegion caste what u need is just faith and good will its place where one can find peace ..u found the true essence of golden temple skepy ......

todays updates were awsome read last 2 parts today loved it may u continue with even more vogour....god bless u skepy👏

@skep: you know i did not see those you can say golden episodes of MRD coz i did'nt even had a slightest idea abt this show nor did i c any of its promo but trust me had i seen it i would have watched it from the begining. But any ways i can see how beautiful this show could have been made into through your writing. And hope some day will c ur version of MRD on screen too.

Originally posted by: sami01

Oh you winds, gently blow

Make no noise as you flow

Her eyelids have closed now

Let her rest anyhow

reminds me of hawa dheere aana...

neend bhare pankh liye jhoola jhula jana..

yes you are right....... the wind element is there in every lullabye, be it English or any other language.

"Rock-a -bye baby on the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock.....

Her lashes are resting on her cheek

Her dreams will shatter don't you peek

Be quiet you crickets! Be quiet you trees!

On her forehead there shouldn't be a crease.

Let my child have a cushioned nest

Let my child have her peaceful rest!

She seemed to hear the refrain of her mother's song. She seemed to feel the gentle caressing of her hand. She seemed to be enveloped in her mother's love. She seemed to be a happy child once more. Kranti fell into a slumber. Her hushed sob didn't escape Sohan tauji. He stroked her hair and prayed fervently that one day she would get all the love that was her due. She had been starved for too long.

Far away from the city, in a quiet village outside Amritsar, a young man woke up with a start. Whose sobs had he heard? Who was crying softly?

aww skepy now i am waiting for next part ....a young man woke up with a start.....yeh kis ki sada...thee jo use tadpa gayee....i will be waiting skepy

essence of harimandir sahib was magical ,th eplace depicts such positivity an hope.....in it building design itself reflects unity and equality..ist four doors in four directions open to welcome anyoen from any race relegion caste what u need is just faith and good will its place where one can find peace ..u found the true essence of golden temple skepy ......

todays updates were awsome read last 2 parts today loved it may u continue with even more vogour....god bless u skepy👏

Originally posted by: sim_ran

@skep: you know i did not see those you can say golden episodes of MRD coz i did'nt even had a slightest idea abt this show nor did i c any of its promo but trust me had i seen it i would have watched it from the begining. But any ways i can see how beautiful this show could have been made into through your writing. And hope some day will c ur version of MRD on screen too.

Lost in thoughts

He lay under the open sky feeling a bit disturbed. What had exactly woken him up? He got up and went to ledge of the terrace. It was so quiet and tranquil. Then what had disturbed him? He looked around to see if someone was in the vicinity. There was no one but a little kitten crouched in the corner. He went to the table nearby and poured himself a glass of water. His throat felt dry. This was something he could never do in England …….. sit on the terrace beneath the stars. Firstly, it was just too cold there and secondly that stupid cold rain. These two things he disliked most about 'vilayat'.

During his student days, he had enjoyed himself. He loved to go to the movies, he loved reading English literature and he loved riding. He remembered how earnestly he had wanted to see "Pygmalion". The play was staged in London's East End and was attended by the who's who of high society. G.B. Shaw himself had seen it. Of course his views about it were something else. But, Raj just couldn't afford going to that particular play. He grimaced ……. As a student he had to live a hand to mouth existence. He never expected his father to support him to such an extent. Sending him to England itself was a big thing. He would be forever grateful to him for having helped him to fulfil his childhood dream of studying law here. And it was for this reason an this reason alone that he wanted to do something in return for his father. He wanted him to get that RB which he so much wanted. He himself didn't believe in these titles but he didn't want to dampen his father's spirits in any way. He disapproved of the ways in which his father went out to please that Lt. Gov of Lahore. This was one such instance. He wondered what Barrister Sharma would say when he heard of this. Raj chuckled. But nothing would be wasted ….. he would see to it. Manoeuvring people and turning situations to his advantage was an innate talent in him.

During his three month stint at Cambridge, he met Manpreet. She was also from India. They had the same hobbies and they were both Indian students. So it was natural that they often met over tea in the university cafeteria. She was here for a short course in something …… Romantic poets or the like. She was petite, pretty, vivacious and fun loving. He was usually serious and laconic. She never missed an opportunity to tease him about that trait. He always felt relaxed in her company. Matters started becoming serious when they needed to meet each other every weekend. Everyone thought that they would eventually get married. And there would be no opposition from either of their families since they both came from the same background. After about six months, Manpreet wanted to tie the knot. But Raj was still not ready to take such a serious step. He still hadn't finished studying and he didn't want to get diverted from his objectives. He didn't want to lead her on and didn't want this distraction. He had made that clear to her……maybe a bit too firmly. Tears had welled up in her large eyes and he almost gave in. But he steeled himself. He had to go a long way before he thought of settling down. He explained to her that he would never make England his home at least not for now. It would have broken the hearts of all his family members. She was rather keen on making her new life in this country. Raj wouldn't have minded settling there since he loved that place, that country. He loved it for its never ending pursuit of freedom. It had one of the richest reservoir of history and literature. The English were also a studious kind of people. It was very well to admire them for these traits but it was a nation that had taken India into its clutches. Was it trying to squeeze it dry before actually letting go? Karamjitji pointed out several things to Raj. Raj wanted to remain apolitical but then Karamjitji said that all the education he had taken would not be put to correct use. He managed to convince Raj in a way. Raj didn't like unfair play although he himself could be devious at times. He understood what he needed to do. Manpreet had returned to India. She never wrote to him or tried to keep in touch. In the beginning he missed her, but soon he settled down in his penultimate year of law. He thought she must have been married by now.

Raj took a long sip of water. The sky was beginning to brighten. The grey was turning to a light orange. The cacophony of the morning birds had started. He could see people stirring from their sleep. The huts at a distance were lit up and the chimneys were puffing out smoke. The farming community would soon be on its way to the fields with their breakfast in their hands. He could hear the temple bells ringing. The faithful were already there for the first aarti of the morning. The sun would be up soon and they had to reach Amritsar for the menial task of escorting cargo trucks. He frowned. He couldn't understand it.

He suddenly saw a figure – a female running down the path towards the fields. He dupatta trailing behind her. He narrowed his eyes. She was chasing a little lamb and reached it. She swung it in her arms. The sound of laughter reached his ears. He saw her cuddling the creature. She turned and started running once more. He shook his head and smiled. What was it about these girls ….. running all the while? It was such an unnecessary waste of energy. Did they need to be so high strung all the time? Another face floated into focus. The face with those dark eyes…..sometimes angry, sometimes taunting, sometimes disdainful and always eloquent came to look back at him. What made him think of her? For heaven's sake she was the most mixed up woman! She didn't know which way she was going and was full of passion and zeal for the freedom struggle. God knows where she was at this moment. Why did she have to be a part of that stupid revolutionary group? They didn't care a damn about life or property. They were on a mission of damage and were proud of it.

He lay the glass back on the table and went on to wake up his brother.

Guerrilla Warfare - 1

It was almost daybreak. The trees were full of birds. Their cooing woke Kranti up. She stretched her hands over her head and turned her feet round and round using her ankle as the fulcrum. She turned her head to look at the window. It was still dark outside. Yet, it was necessary to get up. Where was Sohan tauji? She threw the covers off and slipped on to her bare feet. Noiselessly, she went to the outer room to seek out Tauji. In the last room, she could hear muted whispers. It seemed to be dark. She peeped through the slit of the door. A small candle was burning in the corner. It cast long dark shadows on the wall. Two or three people seemed to be in deep conversation. The curtains were drawn so that no one would notice the candlelight. Suddenly the candle was extinguished and the room fell in darkness. All of a sudden, the doors opened, and Kranti was pulled in rather roughly. Oh she yelped but very softly. Kranti !! it's you!! said a voice. It was Sagarji …… Tauji's right hand man. He was much younger than Tauji but he was faithful to him. He had an old mother, a wife and a daughter of six years. They were all in Lahore. Sagarji used to work in the post office, and very often he was the first to notice suspicious looking letters. Often he'd open the letters and read them. He had an art of resealing them and putting them away. All the information he could glean, he'd pass on to the KKs.

I'm sorry ….. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just that I was startled to see this dark room ……… Kranti began to apologise. In the room, there were four people. Sohantauji, Rahim Chacha, Sagarji and Satpal. When had these KKs come over? Kranti, you were tired yesterday and were sleeping soundly, so we didn't bother to wake you. Shall I make tea? she asked, feeling thoroughly superfluous. The men chuckled. There is no choolah here, reminded Satpal, because this house is not lived in. We don't want the neighbours thinking that it is meeting place of this KK group. Kranti nodded. Sohan tauji called her in. She sat next to him and began paying attention to their plans for tomorrow.

The caravan of trucks will be leaving from the Govt Circuit House for Lahore. It's going to be carrying furniture from Amritsar to Lahore. The second last one will have the said arms in them. Are you sure? Kranti asked. The packing was being done at night itself, replied Rahim Chacha. You seem to know every detail…..how is that…? asked Kranti. Sohan tauji explained…yesterday you must have seen Rahim talking to a lady. That was Firuzi. Her brother works in the Governor's House so he is able to get all the news about the movements of the trucks. He in turn passes the news through his sister to us. This is the latest news. Kranti nodded in understanding. The trucks will pass the hills outside the city. For our kind of attack, we need the hills to hide while we lie in wait for the trucks. The trucks would leave the Circuit House around 9 o'clock in the morning. It takes about an hour and a half to reach the spot. We shall lie in wait for the trucks and attack it. If we manage, we can keep back the last two trucks. The rest of the trucks can go on. After the hold up….the arms would be taken away and the trucks would be allowed to join up with the rest. The work is not difficult if handled deftly, Sohan tauji concluded. Kranti wondered who was going to lead the caravan. Would there be police protection?

Sohan tauji said that the caravan was going to be lead and escorted by your dear friend. He looked a bit unhappy. He kept his thoughts to himself and said the person was none other than Raj. He knew that Raj was a very clever man and that he had been educated in London. He looked confident and had a way with the English. He had everything going for him…. money, status, education and connection. He could do so many things that would help the freedom fighters. He himself could be one. But alas, he turned out be just a dandy. Going to clubs and dining with high society seemed to be his pastime. Kranti looked up and her eyes sparkled with anger. Damn that man she muttered to herself. Rahim Chacha said….if Raj is indeed on the road, then he could prove to be an obstacle. He said that everyone knew that he was a champion at kushti and could put up a solid resistance if he chose to. It was unfortunate that Lala Kulbhushan was being used by the British.

It was decided that at 7.30 in the morning, the KKs would start on their journey. They would take position and wait for further instructions. The group would be divided into three, one part in the front, the second would be the support one…it would give support either the first lot of KKs or the rear lot. Sohan tauji would be in the last group while Kranti and Satpal would be in the first part. Tauji told Kranti she could use to gun only for threatening……..not for killing. Kranti was not going to pull the trigger. He made her promise him there about that.

Two of the four persons left as quietly as they came. Rahim Chacha would not be taking part in this conspiracy. All the aces would not be used. Kranti left the dark room to go back to the room where she had been sleeping. She was angry and angry as hell. Why was Raj always meddling in her life? Couldn't he keep out of it? What was the need to suck up to the goras? She crossly kicked the foot of the bed. Well she now had a gun. Aha ….what fun!! She wouldn't bother with her promise to tauji, she would empty the whole round of bullets in his chest --- point blank. She would be doing India and all Indians a big favour by getting rid of this scum.

Raj and Kewal were riding in the car to Amritsar. They would reach around 7 o'clock. Raj was pondering over this when all of a sudden he was engulfed in a coughing bout. Kewal gave him a bottle of water. He laughed. He said, Raj one would have thought that someone had shot you. Raj said I don't know what caused the cough, ….probably someone is trying to curse me or settle scores with me. He laughed, uncaring about the danger that lay ahead.

Guerrilla Warfare - 2

The brothers reached Amritsar well in time. Raj drove in through the gates of the Circuit House. He could see four trucks parked there. The workers were doing the last touching up. They were taken inside and were invited to have breakfast. They ate breakfast with the British officer there. Raj showed an interest in seeing what was being transported. Mr Wickham became a bit cagey. Oh no Sir, he said…everything is sealed and ready to leave for Lahore. You will come across a few check posts. These have been purposely kept there to protect the trucks. Nowadays, he continued, one couldn't be sure when they would be attacked by the KKs. What kind of furniture is being transported? Raj asked, but received a grunt for an answer. This made Raj suspicious. Why were these people being so secretive? After all they were his father's trucks and he had every right to question them. He was beginning to get worried about whether his father was being used for some disreputable work. If the trucks were being used for carrying a cache of arms and if the KKs found out they would surely be stolen. He didn't care about that. He just didn't want a slur on his father's name. He would certainly find out what was being shipped and why his father's trucks were being used when the British had all the trucks in the world at their disposal.

Raj and Kewal had a typical English breakfast. Kewal was a bit dissatisfied but Raj was enjoying it. Porridge or Cornflakes, tea, jam and toast, fruit and cheese and then coffee it you so desired. Raj tucked in……God knows where the next halt for a meal would be, most probably straight at Lahore. Outside, the day was bright and sunny, not too hot and not too cold.

The KKs were divided into three groups. At the rear would be Sohan tauji, Ali and Jasneet; in the centre would be Hardayal; Sagarji, Nishi and Trilok Singh and the front part would be manned by Kranti, Pyare Mohan and Satpal. After a light breakfast of tea and parathas at a nondescript dhaba, they were on their way to wait for the trucks to arrive. It seemed the longest wait for Kranti. She was hidden behind a clump of trees, with a pistol in hand. Satpal and Pyare Mohan had taken up position in such a way that they could see their colleagues in the two other groups easily. Satpal climbed a tree and was looking through the binoculars. They had to remain hidden from prying eyes. There were those dastardly types who report to the police for a few annas.

The morning set in but the cavalcade of vehicles was nowhere in sight. The atmosphere was getting hot as the day wore on. There seemed to be a delay. Satpal jumped down the tree, thrust the binoculars in Pyare's hand and quickly sprinted across to Sohan tauji through the bushes. Tauji, he voiced his doubt…supposing they have had a change of plan and the trucks are diverted? Tauji rubbed his chin worriedly. Maybe the Brits had got an intimation of a suspected ambush? Tauji shook his head in despair…. yet another plan gone awry. This would mean that the arms would reach Lahore, and the people would be in danger of induced riots. Pyare spotted the trucks coming into view. He couldn't shout for the fear of being heard and caught. So he took his catty and aimed a stone near the place where Tauji and Satpal were talking. They heard the stone and looked towards the front group. Pyare was frantically gesturing to tauji. Satpal returned to his original position. All the while, Kranti was hiding behind the tree. Not a movement was made by those ten KKs. They waited. The trucks neared slowly. Hardly did the air move and nothing could be heard except for the birds twittering, Kranti shifted on her feet. She was getting restless. Now with the trucks nearing, she felt a twinge of nervousness. But she quelled it. It was the time to act and she had been through agitations. Of course she had never wielded a gun before.

Raj and Kewal were in the front seat of their car. There was about one armed security person in each truck. Raj wondered whether that much protection was enough. He felt such a fool travelling unarmed in the face of a probable ambush. The hills were few but they could hide the revolutionaries very easily. The KKs lived on zeal and could survive for a long time without moving or without food. His little black car was the pilot car. It was hardly effective. Raj was keenly watching the surrounding for any movements or any strange group of people. He did not voice his concern to Kewal. He swore. He was busy searching for something. There was too much of quiet. A lull before the storm?

Suddenly there was a shout and Kranti could see tauji race forward. The black car screeched to a halt. The guards from the trucks jumped down and took their guns out. There was a gunshot from the rear. Halt……someone shouted. The cavalcade stopped. Raj could see some KKs racing towards the rear side of the trucks. He decided to get down. What on earth was going on? His brother Kewal was nonplussed, never having seen such kind of action before. He told his brother to stay put. He opened the door and got down. Soon, the KKs were onto him. Stop …..said someone. He stiffened. A female voice? Where had he heard it before? He didn't turn around. He gritted his teeth. There was nothing else that he could do but turn. His dark glasses shielded his eyes. A slim figure was standing before him. Her face was covered but turned away. Don't move, the female continued. She had a gun in her hand and from the way she was holding it, he realised that she was a novice. Good God what a pack of fools! He said…. look, you've made a mistake, we're only transporting furniture. He was about to say something more, when one of the guards threw up a burning torch that burst in mid-air. It was a signal for help. The nearby posse of policemen would soon be there to help. There were whistles and the pounding of horse hoofs. Help had arrived. The girl before him was a bit confused, she turned to go. Not so fast, bit out Raj. He caught her and turned her. She struggled and tried to shake herself free. In the bargain, her face cover slipped a little and her eyes were exposed. Dark mesmerising eyes stared back at him. Raj couldn't believe what he saw. He cursed beneath his breath. What the hell was Kranti upto? He had never felt so angry before. Gunshots were being fired. He held on to her tightly. She gave him a helluva resistance but she was puny against his strength. He ducked and made threw himself and her behind a protective shield of a stack of hay that lay some distance away. He twisted her hand and she yelped in pain. The gun fell from her hands and he deftly picked it up. She struggled which caused them both to fall. She lay half beneath him. His face was inches from hers.

You damn fool……….he said. Why the hell must you play with your life in this manner?