SS~Dutta~a trilogy~ thread 1. Follow the Heart. continued on thread 2 - Page 54

Mishal Raheja

as Dutta

Out of my hands

part 15

Dutta is meant to go for his out patients appointment. This is the preoccupation in the household. Baji ensures the four by four wheeler is ready for the medical expedition. Dutta's mother would accompany him ,along with Baji.. Nakusha potters about before Baji in the hope she would be asked to escort Dutta. Baji in theory for the sake of his two favourite people getting together is in favour of the idea. But dismisses it as he hadn'tchecked this with Bhau. In the meanwhile, Baji uses his foresight and asks Naku..

"have you given Bhau a wash Naku? he must be waiting, best you head for his room, and haan.. only face wash.. shower nehin! he guffaws with a doubling of his tummy. Naku blushes, with a wide eyed really! expression!

"kuch bhi bolta hai tum Baji, DP ne suna tu teri patai ho jaye gi" she threatens with her eyes lowered. Baji teases her cockily,

"aree nehin Naku! Bhau ka heavy haat bhi mujhe lagta hai jaise dutta phool barsa raha ho!

" Baji!! band kar apne nautanki and you Nakusha! need to come up to my room! I am the bemaar in case you have forgotten! thought I'd come out here on my balcony and remind you! hollers Dutta as he looks down from the edge of his balcony. In discomfort he cradles both his grip bandaged wrists across his belly.

Naku on the double races up the wooden steps till unexpectedly she stumbles on her white georgette sari pleats on the last step that leads up to the landing! Dutta who watches her brisk upwards sprint with amusement, rapidly races on his long legs towards her to prevent her from plummeting on the landing, and in time ta dah! pushes his creased strong pair of arms right under her neck. An engineered collision happens! In shock! Naku grabs his tough upper arms with such force that she digs her finger tips in the bulge of his biceps.. Dutta tauts them, as in the next second he feels her soft face thump on his part button open white kurta clad hard hairy chest.. Dutta winces but folds his neck on the top of her warm head and for a brief second he rests his stubble chin atop it. Baji races up the wooden stairs behind Naku and then stops intentionally, just in time to see Naku stumble! but speedily held rather closely by Dutta at the landing to prevent her fall. Amused Baji curves his arm and scratches the back of his head and then with a naughty smile calls out

"areey Bhau! you fell ..caught out by Naku! and Naku falls and is balled out by you!! kya baat hai?? you fall for Naku and Naku falls for you! and from where I am standing looks the match is a draw! now to see who wins the penalty shot! he sniggers..

Caught in the act..Dutta moves back as he briskly steadies Naku on her feet and calls down to Baji..

" chup kar Baji! before I strike my bat on your head and your brains will go flying out of Patil Nivas on a sixer! growls Dutta.. and then begins to flinch in pain.. Baji races up the remaining steps, grabs Dutta's arm wraps it gently around his shoulder and turns his neck and speaks to the side of Dutta's profile

"come Bhau ! back to your room ,lets doll you up for the doctors to see you.."Naku too nods and then comes closer to Dutta's side and just stares at him. Dutta slants his eyes and with a jut to his jaw, asks Naku rather brashly

"ab tu kya dekh rehe hai mera mau par humm? sahara dena hai tu de! khare khare , sooche rehe hai...he moans and he says it, for he knows he will get her silly giggle in return plus she will bashfully oblige him too.. he narrows his eyes that hold a twinkle ,as he turns his face to the side as he feels Naku lift his heavy arm gently and then with a bop to her head she fits under his arm as she rests it on her slender shoulders that Dutta feels, tilt outwards with the weight of his arm!

With a disciplined smile Dutta with all his baggage of pain and dependence, secretly enjoys the pampering shower , as he awkwardly walks back to his room. Once in the room his helpers ease him in his arm chair and he slowly backs into his chair, slightly red cheeked. Cautiously Dutta rests his bandaged hands on his knees.. Baji gives Naku an instructive look and suggests,

"he's all your's Naku! do as you will with him! he teases with a thumbs up.. and then vanishes.

Dutta sits in apprehensive misery in his turquoise armchair, his head begins to tilt back and his eyes close.

"this is so ridiculous that I can't even cleanse my own ruddy face, pata nehin kab theek hoon ge mera haat? I am not used to being without my hands.. feel very helpless, thujhe kya lagta hai Naku?

Naku kneels beside him on the side of his chair and looks up at his face with closed eyes and gently places her palm on his bandaged hand that rests on his knee.. he flinches merely by her warm palm and waits to hear the soft quality of her voice. As normally his distant aloofness coupled with shut eyes technique prompts her to verbalize..

" mujhe ye lagata hai ke this is a short term glitch that you are undergoing DP.. and this too I know that you are no weakling, there resides in you an obstinate diehard creator who puts form into chaos.. this chaos will pass too...so take heart, you are not alone.."

With a sigh he opens his part hooded eyes and steals down a glance at her stunning upturned face..

" tera naam umeed hona chaiye.. Nakusha the unwanted nehin.. aachi batien kerte hai tu Naku..optimistic.. but with me, I like to see things put into perspective due to my sense of moulding my aspirations into a pragmatic form.. so my expectation is to see these two hands in working order" he explains firmly as he casts his eyes on his two hands. Naku nods her head in agreement and then gently hauls herself on her feet but dreads belling the tom cat..

"DP ap beitho yahan, main, basin le ker ati hoon for your face wash.." before she can finish her sentence, Dutta hauls himself up and raises his arm again with the command

"no need to bring the basin here, just help me to the bathroom, and give my face a wash over there.. chal!

Naku knows not to argue and shoves her shoulder into the cavity of his warm armpit and assists him to the bathroom. He stops before the wash basin and looks up into the wide mirror that displays Naku close to him by his side. He raises his arm and brings it to his side, rests both his lower arms on the edge of the vanity unit and leans forward, his face held forward.. Naku runs the mixer tap and scoops tepid water in her hand and refreshes his stubble face gently with the water.. her hand caresses his stubble cheeks with her moist palm.. he moves his face to the side and a fresh scoop of water in her palm dribbles down his pink lips.. and he goes hummm.. relaxed. Naku incited by his delight, cups more water in her palm and drizzles his wide smooth forehead and even smooth's his thick hair line backwards..

"bas! he groans you've had your fun.. khatam kar ab! and dab my face! he orders. Naku, does so immediate with effect! His fluffy red face towel presses against his stubble face and he levels up next to her and silently with contracted eyes watches how she wipes her own dainty hands on the towel as well. He stares at her reflection. The face slightly tints with hues of rosiness.. the delicate lower lip suffers a bashful sided bite.. such heart melting feminine mannerisms that will weaken any man.. but he flares his nostrils, he is not any man he is Dutta .. who is sincere and expects likewise in return.. and this beauty is a striking conundrum. Yet side by side he cannot but help feel a congenial warmth towards her, against which he cannot go.. poor girl he muses, precious embodiment of feminine beauty.. yet a solitary figure in reality, but here in the mirror image Naku stands by a man.. but not the first man .. and pity, not her man! he cringes at the notion..

Abruptly turns his body and confronts her petite figure before the mirror, he lowers his eyes and links with her green eyes and tells her decisively with a gulp and a small guttural tremor in his voice.

"Naku, you don't have to wash my face.. I mean touch me. I know the back ground you come from, getting close to another man other than your husband is hardly imagined..thek kahana maine..? he probes her and upon her silence continues "mera matalab hai touching me may invoke memories of time spent with your husband".. Naku stands speechless at his bold utterance, his crudeness incites her to give him an answer that will surely stimulate his mostly orderly mind set.

" saach bolon ya rasme jawab doon DP? she asks stoically .Dutta without a doubt wants her truth

"rasam riwaj ko choor Naku , ab tu saach bol de , main sun reha hoon." he pulls his mouth to one side and awaits her reply.

" tu saach ye hai, that I don't mind serving you even if it means being in decent contact with you, mujhe lagata hai ke I am making amends for causing your hurt".. Dutta doubles his chin and produces a long drawn ,broody "hummm... than turns his imposing frame from her and walks away from her, somewhat put off by her round about evasive answer. Maybe she finds it difficult to go into further depths than those she has already stated.. still, he feels a slight degree of being recompensed.. but some issues still bother him.. he senses a certain revulsion towards the fact that she was touched by a man.. that was not him. His jaw twitches and he palms his face , blinks his eyes as he moves his face sideways where it is well out of her vision.. he lets out another sigh and reminds himself ,"woh aadmi uska pati tha Dutta! kya hogaya hai thujhe? kudh pe kabu rekh..he chides himself as he attempts in vain to put out the rising flames of wanton covetousness ..many other personal questions jump up before him that he wishes to angle towards her person but other engagements like the medical appointment deters him.

Baji enters and yells, when he finds Dutta still in his white kurta pyjama..

"Naku please exit! have to change the baby into going out clothes! announces Baji and Naku slips out of Dutta's den but presses her whole body against the outside wall near the door.. and with eyes full of mischief sticks her head forward and catches Baji, struggle with DP as he tries to pull his kurta over the top of his head.. how DP moans, whinges and kicks up such a fuss! that Naku giggles and speds off mumbling.. lucky Naku.. DP is a good boy for her.. she titters and runs away to the annexe.

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The doctors have positive feedback to give following X-rays reports which once again confirm that no bones like the carpals, radius and ulna have been broken, or fractured etc.. swelling has subsided around the carpal area and a few sessions of physio therapy will have the hands working in good order. His grip bandages are unwrapped before the very eyes of his mother and best mate.. pallid with crawly creases and a pair of thin wrists emerge from under the bandages.The sight of which leaves both Dutta and his present family fairly crest fallen.. there is a feeling that something is wrong. The doctors soon allay family fears , as it is explained.. that lack of motion and exposure to air accounts for his weedy looking wrists.. in time with exercise and use of the muscles and tendons around the wrists.. will soon have them looking like before.

Aye Sahib, regardless of Baji's long face, praises Jagdammba! on their journey back home and wishes to stop at the local temple to offer thanks. She is well pleased that both her sons approve too and feel it's the need of the hour.. Dutta after he hears the suggestion, reverts back to the past..

His beloved mother upholds his tiny dry mud caked wrists and palms over them with her loving hands and with a smile.. says,

"aaj phir mera Dutta meeti ke muratien bana reha tha? he recalls nodding and also the memory of his mother bowing down and pressing her lips on each of his wrists.. Dutta sniffs, and muses with affection..

"your loving kisses on my wrists Aye.. saved my wrists from being a complete right off.." he moves his arm and dabs his folded arm against the corner of his eye to prevent a tear from flowing.. thank god for memories.

Aye Sahib stands before the huge statue of Durga maa.. her two adopted sons flank her sides.. Dutta looks up into the maternal goddess's eyes and joins his palms and he recalls the warm touch of his mother ruffling through his hair .. with her usual spiritual instruction

"Dutta.. yaad rehe ke jab bhi koi mushkil tera sar se tal jaye.. tu mera baache mandir ja ki devi ,devata ka dahnaiwad zaroor kerna.. jahan pe ho tu.. devi ,devata ka aishirwad tera saath rehe ge hamesha.." Dutta gulps and sides his face to catch a weeping Aye Sahib.. and then looks up into the goddess's benign eyes and prays.. in his heart.. " jis insan ke pas uske ke dono Aye ka ashirwad ho, uska kuch bhi bura nehin ho sakta!

The three leave the mandir, carrying spiritual peace in their hearts and minds and soon are homeward bound..

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There is great jubilation within the family when he returns from the hospital. His sisters and Kishore announce their confidence upon the grace that Bappa bestows upon Dutta.. whatever the odds may be Dutta is protected. Babi and Naku too join in the good cheer and present every one with special halva garnished with a medley of chopped pistachio and almonds. Naku leans before Dutta with tray in hand .. seeing his bandages are off, she waits keenly for him to reach out for the glass dessert bowl with his slender fingers.. but he raises his palm only to decline her offer,

"abhi nehin halwa..bhook nehin hai.. baad mein.." a disappointed Naku recedes and serves Baji..as Dutta stares at the incline of her frame as she continues to serve. Silently he muses, this is just the beginning Naku, of your reprimand, now you wait and watch..

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The family soon disperses to their rooms bar Dutta, who still stands in the lounge looking up at his last painting of Ram ji and Sita ji in her red sari. Naku with an animated face leaps towards him and he sharply turns his neck and stamps down her eagerness..

" thujhe kis baat ke itni excitement ho rehe hai Naku? she dares and grabs his arm, and forcibly tows him to the sided narrow corridor.. in annoyance he roughly swings his arm free from her feeble grasp and demands,

"ayeee! Larki! what are you on? kya taleef hai thujhe? where are you dragging me too?bol! he growls

"ooh hoo! ap jalo tu DP.. it's a place you haven't visited in days.." and beside him, she grasps his arm again. Mutely he walks led by this stunning girl.. partly eager and partly bored.. sometimes he finds it difficult to keep up with her sincerity.. he needs to keep in mind that she keeps her secrets from him.. so hence aside with her! he battles internally..

"here we are! says Naku outside "sher ki ghar".. as she pushes the door open and ushers him to enter with a point of her arm.. Dutta enters and looks at his studio, she has displayed as many of his finished and unfinished pieces of work.. they are all put out clearly for him to take an immediate look and fathom which of his works, paintings or charcoal etchings he needs to complete.. he walks slowly past them and finally pauses before the not so long ago attempted charcoal etch of the woman in the white.. he studies the imprint, the woman's face concealed by her pallu.. and now he turns to the woman who stands by his side.. face no longer concealed but revealed.. naku's doe eyes sparkle as she gives him a smile... and adds,

"now you can make my sketch again , this time it won't be a head covered, face obscured woman in a white sari.. but this time it will be Naku in a white sari head uncovered and face bare! she says demurely as she looks up into his sided eyes. Dutta dryly rotates his face away from her and replies..

"ab aisa nehin ho sakta Nakusha.. my hands have given way.. they are non-functional.."and he strolls to wards the window and pulls back the curtains and raises his face up to the blue moon light that pours into his room and changes his studio into an enchanted yet cold world of blue and black shadows.. the cheeky breeze blows past his pastel blue forehead and dares to flick his thick mop of hair too.. Naku heard what he said in disbelief and rushes to his side and gazes up at his prominent stiff profile. She repeats his words..

"aisa nehin ho sakta" but why? how can you even think about what you have said DP?? your creativity is a gift from the gods, it's what gives your whole being a conclusion! and what are you saying your hands are non-functional? she grabs his hands in her palms and he is forced to face her.. she fondles the top of his hands with her thumbs, and argues,

"the doctors have said they are fine! nothing is wrong with them! she turns them over and carries them on her palms,"aap aisa nehin kar sakte ! the gods will frown upon you ,they endowed you with a talent to extend joy to others! and your hands are the instruments of disseminating life as seen by you! how can you deprive people from this creative pleasure? jab tak mujhe mein dum hai DP! I will not letthis happen! Naku shrills, her voice and her manner highly strung..

Dutta turns away from her and faces the blue moonlight and releases a sigh.. yes he muses, thought so this would be the finest yet most lethal punishment to mete out to her it would scatter her into a million pieces! Dutta is shrewd enough to know that Nakusha his subject is a great lover of his works.. now seeing her banter gives him immense joy but he desires to give her a slice of his rage too..

Bas! ghup! ek dum ghup! bahut bolte hai tu.. jab widwa ka naqaab urah ke mera samna ghum rehe the.. tab to teri zabaan band thi! jab maine pooche tera se about your family ,why didn't tell me your history Naku? haan! the truth it still corrodes my insides.. yes I want and am grateful for your services , but this too is a fact that you chose your penance.. and yes I know I allowed you to do so.. but Naku.. this too is the true that I wish to hurt you back in the same fashion as you hurt me. hence.. I will not be using my hands for creative work anymore! and that's final!

Naku true to her word , digs her heels and contends defiantly.

" what a waste of talent DP.. meri ghalti ke wajah se aap apne aap ko kyun sazza de rehe hain? Naku knows what comes out of your hands is above all your joy.. you cannot just shun this joy .. it kills me to see you doing this to yourself! she pleads as she brings on the tears too.

But a hardened Dutta twitches his jaw and grabs her by the shoulders and pierces her face with his ablaze looks..

"look Naku, Dutta is livid with himself.. I thought of you as the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.. but Naku I have to swallow the bitter truth.. you are beautiful only on the outside , skin deep inside, you are a liar who duped me who is a simple bloke .. I didn't deserve this treatment from you! but you went ahead and gave it to me ,now I can't forgive myself for being such a fool.. fooled by your outward beauty" he let go of her upper arms and walks away from her and covers his face with his hands. and mumbles in a broken voice..

" Naku.. spare yourself .. it is I who needs to be punished for being enthralled by you.. not you ..and that's why if you still think you are at fault, then to me it seems the punishment should be for both of us.. you were fooling me and myself for allowing myself to be fooled! hence no more art out of theses hands!" he turns to hold both his palms before her..

Naku runs,grabs and brushes one of his palms against her tear stained face and sobs , forgive me DP and forgive yourself ..let this punishment waver.. he looks down at her and confesses

" Naku , I am dispirited ,my heart is broken, all creative spirit within me now suffers from impotency.. how can my hands possibly work ? I cannot see it happening" he continues in despair

" but I can see it materialising.. I tell you DP! you won't be able to contain the charge of creativity that runs through your veins! she yells and lets go of his arm and flees but Dutta grabs her by the arm and by a rough pull, twists it behind her back and snarls in her face..

"Did you love him???? hummm? do you miss him? now that he is dead!! bol Nakusha!!! he twists her arm and glares down at her writhing profile .. her muffle varies into an effective sob, that which forces Dutta to release his hold and she faces him ,green eyes widened in shock at his questions! ablaze with tears.. her mouth quivers as she confronts his hyperventilating enraged frame. and thinks Naku it is now or never..

"the answer is NO! NEHIN! did not love him! yes DP! yehe hai mera jawab.. and I daresay this is the answer you desired.. because this is the answer that will appease you! so what now is the verdict about you about embracing your work from where you left off? you have just given proof enough that your hands works! your hand not only gripped my arm but also twisted every ounce of blood from my squashed heart!!

With a face like the dank, dreary cold winter's day.. he raises his fore finger in her face.. as he watches her slowly progresses forward to touch him again.. tactile calmative therapy.. but his frigid eyes ,the stiff line of his mouth.. and the dangerous yank of his head, set with a pair of frigid eyes that simply look through her.. she might as well not be there before him.. once his whole countenance reflected her beauty.. yet now, she might as well be dust!! Naku suspends her walk to him. Helplessly she sobs and covers her face with her palms. His caustic words pierce her further..

" I may be a man with exceptional finer senses.. but beneath I am just a man with coarse sentiments too.. the idea that you were touched by another man, explodes both my mind and disperses my soul all over creation.. abruptly my life seems sans direction.. so you tell me Naku? that you cannot recognise this constraint that I feel.. jab bhi tu mujhe haat lagete hai, I feel under pressure to denounce, deny, disallow! the small joy I receive by your touch.. like I rob someone else...

"So I have decided that aaj ke baad till I don't get better, Baji will wash and offer me my ablution not you.. I feel I am in contact with someone who belongs to another..

That is it Naku snaps! and the ramparts she had erected tear down and the floods of withheld information gushes out ready to sweep him away with all she says..

"I hated Mastana, my husband!! right from the moment when I was forced into marriage with him! and I still hate him today! loathe him for everything he stood for! all the things he did.. haan DP!! not one bit do I regret what I did to him! not an iota!!

She walks closer to him and now spreads her hands before him and argues, "and you ask me personal questions which scour my wounds! how easily you presume that his touch was one that solemnized matrimonial vows of reeti riwaj! Well they were not.. he never touched me with love.. that was never part of his agenda .. my body was a package of assembled parts which would be sold one by one! to buyers offering a lucrative deal.. she sobs as she feels her arms..

"unka bas chalta tu mera jism ka har aang.. aache paisa mein beich deti.. both father and son fed me, fussed over me, so I wouldn't suspect their despicable foul business! their dance of the devil himself! me and my family knew they were bandits embroiled in thefts and robberies. But that they were cold blooded killers! we were unaware off..

"within days after I got married, Mastana would stay outdoors till the early hours of the morning .. I considered it my good fortune that most nights he stayed out as I was spared by his presence which I dreaded like the devil's company"..

Dutta slowly backs into the wall closest to him, flattens his palms against the cold wall.. his eyes transfix on the broken down figure of Nakusha.. his icon of feminine beauty now appears reduced to her knees.Beaten and crumpled , as she looks up across at him .. who appears broken and in need of support himself to come to terms with her tale.. Dutta continues to be bewitched by her weepy wailing account.. he breathes gradually as he awaits more from her.. this poor wretch of a girl that he gunned down with vicious words.. compelling her to spew the truth about herself.. Dutta curses himself in silence.

"main bahut parshan thi, DP .. apne Aye ko sab batya.. being a mother her main concern was my wedded life..that which was least of mine. Aye bole.. one night I should follow Mastana and Dilawar and try to find out which , brothel house, sharab ka adda they go to. At first I declined the idea, but meri Aye told me it was my duty to save my marriage.." she stops and rubs her tears aggressively off both her cheeks, sniffs and carries on..

"DP I did follow them one night..they both weaved their way through the narrow dimly lit sleepy gullies of the village they lived in . I remember there was none about.. not a soul, except a few hungry stray dogs looking for scraps of food.. it was an endless walk till it seemed I had followed them to the edge of the village.. they stopped before a small granary ware house, looked around and then fiddled with the lock and finally opened the door.. it was dark inside. Banging, shuffling noises were heard.. I too slipped in and was shocked to see a hair raising mixture of adolescent and infant children! huddled across the floor.. wrists bound with ropes behind their backs! ankles too tied with coarse ropes.. their mouths taped to shut their cries for help .. barely allowing them to breathe through their nostrils... the children struggled, terror in their eyes.. and Naku narrates, I could see mice scurrying around the children's arms and knees.. She covers her face with her hands and then cries..

" I hid behind the door in the dark and overheard Diilawar say to my husband that the plan was to give these children a painless death by exposing them to butane gas cylinders.. once dead ,they would gauge the children's saleable key organs like kidneys, liver.. ..naku breaks down and cries endlessly as she tells Dutta..

"DP I slipped out as soon as I could from the granary .. time was crucial.. baachon ki zindagi depended on it.. I ran to the local thana in our village.. the superintendent was already fed up about the notorious robberies committed by my father in law and his two sons! Within no time there was a crackdown operation at the granary.. the place was surrounded by local police.. in the chaos my father in law escaped but he saw me and he also saw his son run behind him but a police bullet caught him in the back of his head and blew Mastana's brains out and he dropped as dead as could be.. the police freed the children and piled them in ambulance and whisked them to the hospital.. my father in law threatened me while absconding ..threatening to kill me... yelling khoon ka badla khoon! .. khoon ka badla khoon! Dilawar blames me for his son , my husbands death at the hands of the police! She yells hysterically as she closes her arms around herself..

Dutta blinks his tearful eyes as his face suddenly falls.. his firm mouth parts and as if in a daze he calls

"edhur ah Naku mera pas.. she slowly straightens her folded knees and walks toward's Dutta still hard pressed against the wall.. but this time both his arms span wide ready to offer her support.. she stops before him and looks up into his tender eyes.. he brings his arms forward and gently pulls her into their refuge, rests her moist cheek against his chest, as the crease of his strong arm caresses the top of her head.. soothing her.. overcome she sobs against the pump of his heart.. he mumbles as he strokes the side of her cheek with his wide protective palm..

"maat rooh Naku.. roohien ge ab tera dushmain" and he presses his mouth against her temple and continues, "you will see wonders out of my hands Naku.. don't you worry"

She looks up at him from under his doubled cheek, and asks anxiously,

"kya karo ge aap DP? Dilawar is still on the loose, highly volatile and dangerous man he is.. he has vowed to kill me! mujhe doshe manta hai apne beta ke maat ka.. nehin chore ga wo mujhe jis din bhi nazar ah gaye use mein.." Naku sobs against his chest..and carries on..

" so DP.. kya ab bhi I seem a girl with an ugly interior to you..? do you condemn me as a beautiful woman who handed over her husband to the police? orchestrated his death? kya ab bhi ap ke nazaroon mein Naku mujrum hai? she questions him..

He parts from her slightly and cups her teary face in his palms and looks directly into her eyes, and replies softly.

"tere ugly interior ka tu pata nehin Naku.. those are your words.. my words are, that beautiful you are from the exterior, and ab tere saach jan ke pata chala ke tu himmat wali bhi hai.. aur main himmat waloon ke izzat kerta hai.. for it takes courage Nakusha to sacrifice your own desires just to honour your parents.. it takes courage to save lives, it takes courage to sever the accepted bond of security and stand up for what is right and hand your own protector into the hands of the law.. and finally Naku it takes some courage to tell Dutta your truth.."... to be continued ~ Hamlet53 5.12.14