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Pg-1 secret message; journey to amritsar; to the fair; Home and heart breaking memories

Pg-17  lost in thought; Guerrilla warfar 1st & 2nd

Pg-23 Held captive; Held captive contd; spark fly 1

Pg-31 spark fly 2; FIRST doubt; At the end of day; Nanima and dai ma

Pg-42 In conversation   Pg-45 Four men in cafe; At the chambers

Pg-54 The defence counsel    Pg-62 ATthe haveli

Pg-66 Getting to know one another    Pg70 Pammi's lal watchful eyes

Pg 77  Kranti - A doubting Thomas 1 & 2

Pg 82 Chinks in the Armour - 1        Pg 86 Chinks in the Armour - 2

Pg 89 Confusion         Pg 93 Adding to the Confusion

Pg 97 A Confession to make Pg 99 What's Next Pg 101 No turning

back Pg 104 At the Riverside --- 1 Pg 107 At the riverside ----2

Pg 110 A Restless night --- 1 Pg 112 A Restless Night ------ 2

The secret message:

As she was flicking the pages of a file, her eyes fell upon a letter which had just come in. Kranti looked at the brown envelope and her hands inched towards it. She didn't want anyone to notice what she was doing. She knew that there were prying eyes all around and that sample piece called Rajveer had his faithful workers in this department too. They wouldn't mind telling tales about her to him. They were aware of the sparring between the two. Daggers drawn at all times. It was nothing personal, just a clash of ideologies. She bit on her lower lip and threw a glance to see if anyone was watching. She swiftly picked up the envelope and hid it in the folds of her dupatta. Thank God she had worn a rust coloured kameez. The brown envelope wouldn't be noticed. She went to the cloak room and made sure she was alone. She carefully opened the envelope, and read through the letter. What was this? A line or two and that too coded??.. Very clever. She knew the Govt and especially the British Police were up to something. She read and reread the code and learnt it by heart. She knew had to write it somewhere before she forgot. She carefully replaced the letter in the envelope and quietly dropped it in the inbox tray. The Head Clerk had marked it as "URGENT". She continued to do her work. Rajveer was on his way up to his cabin. He asked the man at the first desk if any letter had come in. Kranti kept her eyes on the file in her hands. She looked the picture of concentration. She did not want this man on her trail. He came near her desk. Without even asking, he started sifting through the recent mail. How dared he! She was irritated with him, as always. The high-handedness of the man was galling. He hid a smile. He could sense her anger. She was bristling like a rattler. She had her eyes fixed on the file but he knew she was aware of his every movement. He picked up the letter. He examined it at a bit. It seemed okay. He looked at her stiff back. He looked at the back of her head and the Devil whispered a plan in his ear. He put the letter in his breast pocket and approached her. He touched her shoulder. She spun around in shock and dropped the file. His eyes narrowed. Kranti and nervous??.. why? What was she upto? What do you want she hissed at him. Well actually, he cleared his throat and continued, I want lunch. She gave him an angry look and looked down her nose at him. Who's stopping you? She bit out. Her voice was low but her eyes were snapping fire. My lunch box hasn't arrived and I have to be at court soon. He asked why don't you share your lunch with me? She couldn't believe what she had heard. What arrogance! Did he think she was going to break bread with him and wait on him like that simpering sheep he had at home which his sister in law was trying to get him married to? Hah! He dragged her by her elbow to the table. He sat down at her desk. She looked as haughtily as she could and said this was her desk and that the kitchen services were on the lower floor. I don't want that food, I know you cook well and so --- wont you share your lunch with me? She opened her mouth in disbelief. He laughed. C'mon, here have a seat. Someone brought a plate for him and he picked up her basket. He seemed to be very much at home and now was helping himself to her meal!! Drat that man, she thought rudely. He was offering her some of the food he had spooned out. She looked away furiously. He began tucking in. Hmmmmm, this is delicious. Well done Kranti, you are going to make some guy a good wife. She raised her eyebrows in disdain. Like Lajjo perhaps? She said snidely. Oh, don't run yourself down, my dear. Tsk tsk, he clicked his tongue. She clenched her fists. I am not going to come to office. What ? he looked straight at her. She hated his direct gaze, it made her awkward and defensive. I wont be coming for two three days. Why ever not? He asked. Some work at home, she answered. He looked back at her looking unconvinced. This is an office not an extension of your home, he reminded her. The control on her temper snapped. Well I wish you'd remember that, coming to any employee's table and polishing off her food. He calmly wiped his hands on the napkin and asked her what she needed two days for. This time he said, I want the truth. I've told you the truth already. She picked up the file and went to the cabinet to put it away.

That evening at the KKs bastion, all the KKs put their heads together and somehow they were able to crack the code. A truckload of arms was being taken from <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Lahore</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> to <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>. Definitely, something was up. Were the Brits thinking to create havoc in <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>? Hadn't Jallianwala Bagh been enough? Tauji said that they needed to go to <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> and warn the other revolutionaries there. He asked Kranti to come along. Yes she said she would go with him. He wondered how she could when she was working. He smiled at her instant support. Well I have already taken leave. Tauji asked, And Rajveer knows and didn't protest? It's a long story Tauji, said Kranti. I'll tell you about it another time.

They left in the morning for <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> by <ST1:COUNTRY-REGION><ST1:PLACE>Tonga</ST1:PLACE></ST1:COUNTRY-REGION>.

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After finishing the court case, it had become pretty late. Rajveer was feeling a bit low after the number of cases he had argued. Being the public prosecutor, could be a nuisance. He checked the time, it was nearing seven in the evening and he knew his mother was going to be annoyed. She felt he did too much of work and didn't relax enough. His father of course had different ideas. He liked to see his son work. He wanted his son to be the most sought after lawyer in <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Lahore</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>. He was proud of his son and didn't mind declaring it to the world. He was hoping to become a Rai Bahadur. He had all the necessary credentials for becoming one. But you also needed the goodwill of the British. He was hoping that his son's background would help achieve this.

Rajveer knew what his father's greatest dream was and he was working towards it. He mingled freely with the British at all levels ? be it at the courts or at the clubs. After having lived in <ST1:COUNTRY-REGION><ST1:PLACE>England</ST1:PLACE></ST1:COUNTRY-REGION> for seven long years, he had imbibed many of their customs. And in a sense he was an Anglophile. He loved their way of life, their dry humour and their literature. He made no bones about his preference for a non Indian life style. He befriended the English and wore clothes similar to theirs. He particularly liked the hat, the typical one which he wore even here in <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Lahore</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>. He made his way to the car.

He opened the rear door and threw his folders in the back seat and started the ignition. It was half an hour's drive home. Night had fallen and people were returning home. There was a nip in the evening air. He was longing to reach home and relax. He was also feeling hungry. He had had hardly anything to eat. Just a roti, some dal, subzi and rice. The food had been delicious. He remembered that while he stayed with Kranti's uncle, at least he never had to complain about the food. She was indeed a superb cook. He had particularly liked the biryani Kranti had made with her friend Ranjana. He had seen such little food in her tiffin. And he had shamelessly eaten half of it. He smiled. She had been so indignant?. And disgusted. He enjoyed riling her. And with her anger her wit too sharpened. He drove the car through the gates of his home.

The large neem trees stood like giants near the entrance. And then there was a scattering of mango trees, peepul, laburnum and the sacred Banyan too. It was a wonderful garden. One day he would get a proper designer to get its beauty in order. And that fountain in the centre really looked pretty whether it was night or day. Right now he could see lines of white forming circles as the water sprayed out of the jet. He smiled and thought ?..<ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Tivoli</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> in <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Lahore</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>? And why not?

A door opened at the far end. He heard the shrill voices of the women in the house. He groaned. Oh no?.. not that twit his sister in law had invited to stay. He knew they were trying to match make. He thought it was best to ignore their overtures. If the going got tough, he knew he could put his foot down. In such matters his father always took his side. And thank Heavens for that. He retraced his steps from the garden and went to the main doorway of the house. Jagat kaka was there to take his folders from him. He thanked him and went straight to his father's study. This part of the house was safe from those meddling guests. It was his father's corner and no one dared to go anywhere near his office. He entered the room. It had ornate red curtains and a large teak desk. He sat down in the reclining chair. He had told Jagat to get him some refreshing hot tea. He unlaced his shoes and lay prone on the sofa. Jagat brought a tray. There was a silver kettle and dainty china cups and saucers. He set it on the table and started pouring the tea. Raj stopped him and said he would do it himself.

It was not long ago that someone else had brought a cup of tea for him. It was eight in the morning then. He had protested at having to wake up so early. He was always a late sleeper and a late awakener. What was wrong with this house? The girls seemed to up at some unearthly hour and expected the whole household to get cracking with them. He had been staying in Kranti's uncle's house. It was always Kranti who did the serving. He shook his head and turned in his bed. His hair was tousled. What's going on? he said. What was the need to bang so loudly on the door for God's sake. Why must you swear the first thing in the morning? A female voice firmly admonished. His eyes were full of sleep dust and he could barely open them. And here was this white ugly cup being thrust under his nose. He swung his legs to the floor. Where is the kettle, he enquired. This is an Indian home and we as Indians drink this type of tea continued that girl tartly. He opened his eyes and focused on her. Here she said take it and relieve me. I don't have all day to wait on you. He sat staring at the unpleasant looking brown liquid in the cup. He grimaced. Oh ? Not to your taste? Kranti asked. He shook his head. You are such a funny man?.. you ape those goras in everything they do. Don't you have an identity of your own ? They like the insipid kind of tea. And I suppose you do too? But we love the rich aroma here. Taste it ? go on and you may get converted for life. She had a smirk on her face that was as unholy as it could be. He took a sip. Ugh ?.ginger !!!!! Indians he cried ? must they put masalas in everything? She gave a laugh. What a cross man you are first thing in the morning. Another English habit I suppose, ?? waking up at <ST1:TIME minute="0" hour="12">midday</ST1:TIME>? No taking baths and drinking tea in bed. Sheeeeeeeesh!! How disgusting she exclaimed. Our tea is refreshing?..it's adrakwali chai, go on try it. She folded her hands in front of her and waited. Oh Buzz off he muttered rudely. Another British trait I suppose, cursing your host? When you're through, bring the cup down. She turned on her heel and walked out.

There was a knock on the door. Jagat came in to take the tray away. He saw the cup lying full in the tray. Oh chote sahib, wasn't the tea good? Raj was brought out of his reverie. Eh? Jagat kaka, could make me some ginger tea? The valet looked shocked. Had the day been so bad, that Raj wanted to have strong ginger tea? The door was suddenly thrown open, and Lala Kulbhushan strode in. Raj, he said?. I need your help. Raj got to his feet. What's the matter? His father explained that the Lt Governor had made a special request to him. I have given him our trucks to transport some cargo from here to <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>. I am sending Kewal as an escort. But son, you know what a joker your brother sometimes is. I want the British to be happy with me. Please dear, go with him. Raj was speechless. To <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>? What about all my work here, he said. But seeing his father's woebegone face, he relented.

He and his brother would leave early next morning for <ST1:CITY><ST1:PLACE>Amritsar</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> along with a cavalry of trucks.

                    

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The journey to Amritsar

Rajveer proceeded to his room. He climbed up the stairs slowly, his mind a bit pre-occupied. It had taken a long time to reassign and rearrange the cases and their dates that were coming up for hearing. He thought he'd better sleep well for tomorrow was a long drive to Lahore. Why did the British need personal escorts? He reached the top of the stairs and turned

right. His door wasn't far away. He heard the sniggering and the giggling of those idiotic women. He quickened his step and reached his room. He could see Lajjo being egged on by BBR. Before those pests came his way, he entered his room and firmly closed the door. If he could have, he would have put a No Disturbance sign outside. He started to remove his tie when something outside his window caught his attention. A group of three men were conferring with each other. The tail of their turban half was covering their faces. Raj moved closer to the window to get a proper look. It was misty and so the faces were a blur. After a minute or two the men left, each in a different direction. Who were these men? Some small time freedom fighters thought Raj. Silly and unprofessional ----- that's what they were. He smiled cynically. Fools dreaming about independence. But they had faith that one day they would get independence for this country. Like Kranti. He shook his head. Why did she pop up in his head?

It was almost 10 in the morning before they were ready to leave. Raj and his brother sat in the car. Soon they were on their way. They drove along the city slowly. The number of people astounded Raj. He observed how little civic sense they had. Crossing whenever and wherever they pleased. And the cattle ?? sprawling all over. He always lost patience when he saw such sights. How slovenly Indians were?..Really.

Kranti and Tauji had left early in the morning much before sunrise. The night before had been a tough one for Kranti. Mamaji had no objection to her going away with Sohanji but Mami?..? She was a law unto herself. Mamaji thought of a plan. He told his wife that Kranti needed to go to Amritsar on some office work. Mamiji had been hopping mad and ordered Kranti to stop her work at the office. After much cajoling, the old mule had relented. Both Kranti and Mamaji breathed a sigh of relief. They now had to stash away the guns and pistols in a small hold-all. They carried it to thetonga. The horse was healthy and strong. Next morning Kranti left with Sohan tauji. Thetongaclip-clopped its way down the roads of the still dark city. The carriage bumped along the way. The chill of the morning breeze bit Kranti's cheeks. She pulled her dupatta around herself tightly. Her toes squirmed against the cold although she had worn socks. She rubbed her hands together to keep them from freezing. Sohan tauji smiled. He wanted to pull her close and give her some warmth. But she had to learn to be hardy. A krantikari was no less than a soldier and body comforts were the last thing on his mind. He felt for Kranti because she had grown up in front of him. She may have lived with Mamaji but he was the one who had taught her all about life. He knew Mamiji was harsh and ill-treated Kranti. But he was a bachelor?? married to the cause of freedom. He couldn't keep Kranti with him because he was always on the move and very often underground.

It was nearing ten and soon they were out of the city. Thank God the sun was out and had brought warmth with it. The tonga slowly came to a halt. There was a line of vehicles standing for clearance. Someone said the police were checking to see if there were any KKs smuggling out ammunition. Kranti became nervous. Tauji placed his hand on the shoulder and nodded reassuringly. She relaxed a bit. It was soon their turn. Tauji kept silent. This was Kranti's test. Could she pull it off? If this plan wouldn't work, then he would set plan B rolling. The havaldar came up to their tonga. C'mon show me what you are carrying .. he ordered. Kranti jumped down from her seat. The man moved back a bit. She explained that she was working for the government and was carrying a caseful of letters to be delivered to the Amritsar office by afternoon. The havaldar looked at her suspiciously. She said they had no time to waste and if they were late there would be a lot to pay for. She showed him her identification. He was still not convinced. She took out a paper to note down his name. What are you doing? he asked. Your name is important since I can quote you in case someone takes me to task in the office at Amritsar. The man looked a bit nervous and allowed theirtongato pass through. Kranti kept up a confident face. Sohan tauji was impressed at the way she had handled the situation. When the tonga was a couple of yards away, she saw a small black car reaching the check-post. She gasped. She recognised the car. Raj! What the devil was he doing here? She looked at Tauji. Tauji was wearing a long false beard. The tonga turned round the bend and the check post was out of sight. The hillside was full of green trees. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, KKs came out and took the chest of weapons. Tauji escaped with the others, while Satpal took his place next to Kranti. It happened within seconds. All the while the horse didn't even falter his footsteps.

The black car came to a halt at the check-post. The havaldar asked Raj to step out. He asked the barrister what he was carrying in the boot of the car. Raj said he was the public prosecutor and worked for the govt. The policeman looked at him with disbelief. Another one, he asked. Raj looked puzzled. The man went on to explain that a lady from the same office had just passed by in a tonga carrying letters to Amritsar. Was the entire staff of Lahore office going to Amritsar? The man thought he had cracked a joke. He waved that the black car could proceed. Raj was wondering at the information he had just been given. He changed the gear and turned the curve. The tongacame into view a little distance ahead. Oh well Raj thought ?..must be some office boy. As he neared and made to overtake the tonga, he caught a glimpse of the girl sitting on the rear seat. He screeched to a halt. The horse reared at the sound of the brakes. The carriage shook and almost threw Kranti. Raj got out of the car and strode to the carriage. He caught the hood of the tonga and through clenched teeth asked Kranti what she was doing there. I am going to Amritsar she answered and turned up her chin. To deliver letters? He asked sarcastically. What lies are you spinning Kranti?? c'mon out with it. She gritted her teeth. Who the hell did he think he was questioning her about her whereabouts she hissed at him. Didn't he remember she had taken leave and she was on her way to Amritsar? But he argued, if you are on leave, why do office work of delivering letters. He looked at her and waited for her answer. O God she thought?..she had almost forgotten that he was a lawyer. That was an excuse I gave the policeman, she fibbed. I have jewellery in my bag since I am going for my cousin's mehendi ceremony. I thought that man would confiscate it and I would lose it all she explained. Why on earth would he confiscate it??unless you are carrying something else altogether? He asked. She looked affronted. Well she said angrily, take a look yourself. She jumped off and made to pull out her bag when he caught her wrist. I don't want to see your bag, you little liar ?? don't you ever take me for a fool. How did your uncle allow you to travel alone anyway? Perhaps you're not alone and are travelling with friends to this ceremony? Yes, I have an escort here, she pointed out Satpal?he's Mamaji's person. Kewal called out to Raj. He was impatient and didn't understand why Raj was wasting time with that girl, unless?..? Raj returned to the car and got in. He still found this whole thing with Kranti highly suspicious. This fellow traveller of hers looked a simpleton although he was tough looking. He was sure she was doing some work under the cover of this marriage. He would have to find out. He would keep a sharp eye on her. The car picked up speed and soon Kranti was left behind.

What was Raj doing here, she thought. How dared he give her the third degree! He was the limit?..behaving in this proprietary manner. The skunk. But she was determined to remain elusive. He was the perfect Rat. What was he going to Amritsarfor? On an errand for the British? Was he involved in helping them to move the arms to Lahoreand then to finally use them on the KKs and innocent citizens? Oh ?.. damn him. How could he betray his own brethren? He really had no shame. She felt uneasy. She was going to outwit him. The KKs would expose the sinister plan to transport armaments from Amritsar to Lahore.

She didn't want to think of him. She wanted to visit her home??. Her real home. Her parent's home which they had left for her.

Daffodils……..or Mustard flowers

Kranti relaxed in the tonga and was happy that Raj had finally left. Hopefully she wouldn't meet him till she returned. What a pleasant thought! She found herself taking a nap. It was almost midday and there was still some distance to go. The KKs would be waiting, just a little outside the city of Amritsar. The next line of action was going to be decided there. The horse needed a rest. Satpal and the other man were debating where to halt. It was finally decided that they would go a little ahead where a fair was on. They could grab a quick bite and the horse could be rested. They started looking out for signs of the KK's secret messengers as they neared the tiny town. The horse carriage halted finally. Kranti got off and stretched her legs. She was stiff after the journey. She straightened her pista green kurta and dusted off her white salwar. She draped her dupatta properly over her head. She stayed close to Satpal as instructed and was also watchful. If you had to be a good KK you had to learn to obey orders. Every plan had to be carried out with precision and in tandem. One wrong move could be the end of the road. A man came selling some wares. Buy some channa, he entreated……just one paisa a packet. Satpal decided to buy some. Papers were folded and channa was dropped in them. Thank you Sahib, said the vendor and soon he vanished into the crowd. Satpal stood next to Kranti and emptied the channa in her hand. Eat up, he suggested. He looked down at the paper and read the instructions. He inconspicuously dropped the paper into his pocket. Kranti realised that they had got the name of the place of meeting the group.

Raj and Kewal reached a quaint town outside Amritsar. They had to visit their uncle and cousins. Their father had almost ordered them to visit his ailing cousin. It was an agricultural place with lots of farmland all around. Green fields stood proudly everywhere. The fields were yellow. A riot of yellow. Mustard….. Sarson. It looked breathtaking. Raj remembered the drive to Devon while he stayed in England. It was summer and that particular day was bright and free from the infernal English rain. It was similar to this. Wordsworth and his beautiful daffodils sprang to mind.

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Mother Earth had different flowers to offer and their beauty was unmatched. He suddenly longed for England. Those pleasant days ….. those carefree days. He would go riding, read books and take long walks. And now here he was, in his homeland looking at the daffodils …..er ….. mustard flowers.

A shout from near by shook Raj out of his thoughts. He turned to see his cousins come hurriedly towards them. He was indeed happy to see them. It had been eight long years. They hugged each other and laughed. Tall glasses of lassi were brought out. A typical Punjabi welcome drink. The helps brought out some parathas too. How Raj loved them! Chachiji came out with some mithai. The two men from Lahore took their blessings from her. She smiled and said … eat sons, I am so happy to see you. Your chachaji is out in the fields. Never takes rest. She motioned them to sit down. Today I am making something all of you will relish. Sarson ka saag and makki di roti. Kewal hooted. Oye chachiji, you are a true angel. Raj smiled. Punjab loved its makki di roti and sarson ka saag.

Khatiyas were laid out in the shade of the mango trees. The cool breezes blew the creepers growing on the trees and a shower of lilies and myrtles fell to form a carpet. Raj sat down and took in the activity all around. His cousins insisted on calling him angrez. They wanted to know all about England and specially his life in London. They winked and nudged each other wanting to know if he had a secret gori mem for a girl friend. He shook his head in denial. He asked them about life in India. They told him that a fervent wave of freedom was sweeping the country. They were all kinds of fighters. The pacifists and the revolutionaries. Raj raised his eyebrow. Revolutionaries are a bunch of cowards he commented. His cousins sobered and looked askance at him. No Praji, they are not. They have a lot to fight for but little to fight with. They are brave and single-minded. Raj almost snorted. They are more foolhardy than brave; they have no leadership and work emotionally; they have no proper aims and are just violent, he reiterated. His cousins were taken aback…… one of them explained that while they do target the goras, Indians were never hurt. Anyway lunch passed off peacefully.

Satpal, Kranti and three others went into a dhaba. Two women were there. Kranti recognised her KK friends and was glad of the female company. They got together. Packets of food were distributed. Everyone was told to separate out and eat their lunch quietly. Then they should go to the mela. There, at a stall selling masks, pistols would be given to each of them. After that Kranti was to go to Amritsar and meet up with tauji. She would be escorted by another KK, not Satpal. The group members started moving away from each other. The girls went to sit on the bullock cart. Of course it was idle and the bulls were not in sight. The girls ate the drab food that consisted of rotis and saag. It was not the best but it was palatable. The food was light so that it was easily digested and did not cause obstacles for the KKs in action. The men went far off from the shack. Only Satpal and Pyare Mohan remained. They weren't together but kept an eye on the girls. Somebody gave a shout…….bandook bandook. The police came rushing in quickly taking positions. They told everyone to stop where they were. They knew KKs were in the crowd. They would find them out. They asked them to surrender. What a joke!!! A KK and surrender ? ……..Not a chance.

Suddenly there was a commotion and gunshots could be heard at a distance. Raj feigned nonchalance. What was happening out there? His aunt explained that they were safe. The Brits unnecessarily get suspicious, she said. People were running helter skelter at a distance. Raj got up and went to the compound boundary to see what was happening. Obviously, the police had got wind of something and were on the prowl. The culprits were probably trying to escape.

In the melee he saw three women trying to take shelter. One of them wore a pista green kurta and a white salwar. She was running towards an opening into a maidan. What the hell……. he cursed. His eyes didn't miss a thing. What was Kranti doing here? She should have been in Amritsar two hours ago. He smote his wrist on the wall. That silly girl, why should she be wasting her life like this. He left the compound and started towards the gates of the estate. He was determined to seek her out. And as seconds ticked by, his temper rose.

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To the Fair

Seeing the near stampede at a distance, Raj quickened his pace and strode out of the gate. He sprinted across the short distance to the car. He hopped in and fired the ignition. He drove to the open grounds. People were running like sheep in every direction. His eyes were searching for one figure. Men, women and animals were rushing. He drove slowly at first and then went straight into the maidan. He stopped the car since a woman almost collided with it. She had her dupatta covering her face like a veil. It was white and the kurta was an absolute pista green. She stumbled but found her balance. She turned and wondered who this unfeeling person was. She gasped. Raj??.here? She took a step backward and then another. She turned and ran for her life.

Raj was shocked to see those dark eyes peering angrily at him through the veil. But he knew whose dark eyes they were. Those striking dark eyes that were so eloquent. Even if she didn't speak, her eyes carried the message across thoroughly. He couldn't believe he had found her that easily. He was out of the car and right behind her in the chase. He caught her arm and spun her around. She crashed into him as he halted and turned her. He had her arm twisted behind her back and this brought her right up to him. He looked down at her and saw she was carrying a loose parcel. She looked back at him, her eyes unwavering but wary. He lifted his free hand to lift the veil from across her mouth. Her face was now free from covering and exposed. She bit her lip nervously. They were jostled by the crowd around them and the packet from her hand fell to the ground. Oh ?. She wailed. Look what you've done. My food is all wasted. What will I eat now? She looked at him all daggers. He couldn't believe what he heard. And for that matter, neither could she. She was complaining like a small child. How could she ever be a KK? But Raj was no fool. He knew it was an act but he also believed that she was hungry. Forget that, he growled. Tell me what you are doing here in this chaos instead of being at Amritsar attending your cousin's mehendi? Or was that just another lie? Her eyes were lit with anger. Someone bumped into them. Suddenly his arms went loose and she escaped his hold. She was off in a trice. The hustling and bustling of people didn't allow him to reach her. She turned towards a hut and rounded it. Her footsteps came to a stop. Go on -- run away, her brain commanded her??.then what made her stop behind the wall and gingerly take a peek at him? He seemed to have lost her. He was looking this way and that trying to get a glimpse of her. But she had just vanished. He started walking away. He stopped and then turned towards her as if she had called out to him. She backed away. How did he know where she was? A hand came from behind and closed over mouth. She nearly fainted with fright. Who was this? Shhhhhhh whispered the person. You have been recognised. She nodded but no voice came out since the hand covered her mouth tightly. C'mon, the person spoke hoarsely and almost dragged her into the hut. She was petrified. She bit on the hand that covered her mouth. Ahhhhh cried the man. Kranti what's wrong with you? Kranti was mortified. She didn't see Ali as he held her from the back. I'm sorry she said, I really am. Never mind?.let's find you something to wear. Your dress is giving you away. And Raj is very shrewd. Anyway why did you stop just now? She looked away. She was awkward. She herself didn't know why she had waited behind the wall watching Raj.

Ali led her into a small room in the hut and asked her to choose a dress of her choice. The hut obviously belonged to a Rajasthani. The clothes were typical of that state. Earth red coloured long skirts and a long blouse too. Jewellery that was chunky and heavy. Kranti quickly donned the skirt and blouse. She draped the chunni over her head and let it fall over her face hiding it. She came out of the hut. She saw Raj right in front of her a couple of yards away. Ali too had changed his clothes and was wearing a white dhoti and shirt. His coloured turban covered his head. Sahibji, he called out, do you want something? Water? Raj looked at him and shook his head?..no thank you.

Oye Praji, some young men called, so here you are. Kranti tried to get a look through her dupatta but it was hazy. Raj turned and went to join them. Kranti realised they were either his friends or cousins. She moved in the other direction. Her stomach had started to rumble now. She had had nothing to eat at all. Damn Raj. She told Ali she needed something to eat. Food should be the last thing on a KKs mind ?. Ali winked. He went to a stall nearby and bought her two samosas and a glass of sugarcane juice. You girls are a nuisance at times, he grumbled. Kranti scowled and bit into the samosa. Men could be such pigs. She sat on the ledge swinging her legs. Nishi and Jasneet were still missing. Ali informed her that they were already on their way to Amritsar. Kranti gulped down the last bit of the juice.

Dancers came with the musicians. Men and women both joined in to dance. The stalls had started to sell their wares. Each stall was selling its special stuff. Bangles jewellery, sarees, dupattas, pagdis were all on display. Pots, utensils and artefacts by craftsmen were also being sold. Food stalls were in plenty. The police were forgotten and everyone was enjoying. For a moment, even Kranti forgot that she was here on a mission. She was so carried away by it..

The sun was at an angle once again and evening had started. It was almost time to reach the stall of masks to collect the pistols. Kranti looked around trying to find Ali. We are the only two KKs remaining here she thought and the last one ones to leave. We'll collect our stuff and hit the road Ali said?

A car came along. It was the Devil's Advocate. And the speed of the car was enough to kick up dust. Kranti shook her head. She could see Raj. All at once the odhani slipped from her face. The car passed. Raj saw her but didn't recognise her for a moment. Then it dawned on him??. The rustic beauty was none other than Kranti.

At Amritsar?.literally

Ali brought the cycle over. He gestured to Kranti and told her that she should ride pillion with him. She came and sat on the rod. Are we going to Amritsar like this, she chuckled. No, just a furlong away, he replied. She covered her head properly but left space for her eyes to peep out. The sun was still away from the horizon. Kranti admired the beautiful yellow of the fields as they rode through them. Stretches and stretches of them. Further down, as they neared a huge barn, Ali slowed the bike down. Kranti hopped off, her skirts were a bit difficult to manage. She wished her small bag was with her so that she could change. An elderly couple came walking to them slowly. The lady handed a packet to Kranti. You have to change your clothes, she said. The old man handed over a well wrapped bundle to Ali. Here is some bus fare for both of you, be careful?..you must reach Amritsar before its dark. The police check everything coming in and out of the city so you should be there before dark. Ali walked to the bus stop with Kranti, he was talking to her. He said Rahim chacha himself would take Kranti to Amritsar. Oh said Kranti, what about you. I shall remain here, for the moment my duty is done, he replied. The small bus arrived. They bade each other farewell and Ali vanished. Where was Rahim Chacha?

The small crowded bus came to a halt near her. She looked for Rahim chacha but couldn't notice him. What should she do? Should she get on to the bus or let it go? Oh why had Ali left so hurriedly? She was dithering when she felt someone took her arm and ushered her into the bus. Hey?..she started to say, but the owner of the hand whispered and told her she should hop on. It's me Rahim chacha. Kranti heaved a sigh of relief. For a moment back there, she floundered not knowing what she should actually do. She was a bit embarrassed at herself for being such a novice. She had to train herself to have better presence of mind. She sat huddled in her seat sandwiched between an old woman and a young child. She started a conversation with the child and this helped her to pass the time while travelling. She wondered where the bundle of pistols was. Where had Ali put it? It was not with her. She smiled to herself. The KKs were not going to keep something as important as pistols with her. She was very inexperienced still. The bell in the bus jingled from time to time indicating the stops. Amritsar at last. She alighted from the bus. Throughout the journey, Rahim chacha made no effort to interact with her. He stayed away from her. He appeared sleepy but she knew he was as alert as ever. Rahim chacha got down and without even a glance at Kranti, began walking away. He met up with a lady KK and hugged her. Putting his hands around her shoulders, he walked away with her. It was dusk, the sun was about to set and the day had been a long one for Kranti. She was tired and stood all alone on the street. Minutes went by. Oye kudiye, tusi pareshan lag rahe ho? asked a familiar voice. Hardayal?.. you joker, you always do the unexpected. Why can't you ever keep time? She asked crossly. I was applying mehendi, its my cousin's mehendi ceremony..na? he winked. This man was incorrigible. C'mon, lets go. I'll take you to swarn mandir. It looks beautiful at sunset, he said.

Amritsar, the name that means the pool of nectar. Amrit was the drink of the Gods?..an elixir. A drink that could blend the state of consciousness of the mind and spiritual enlightenment. That was this city now synonymous with the Harmandir. The golden temple was the soul of the city. It was here that you could actually feel the pulse of good vibes. Kranti entered the holy place through the white structural compound that protected the shrine within. Kranti felt all her anxieties being stripped away from her. She could feel the spirit and the power of the place. She was enthralled at its beauty. Leaving the footwear, they walked the corridor along the lake. Hymns written by some sufi, hindu and the Gurus themselves found their way into the Granth Sahib. The hymns were being played. The sun was setting and the last golden rays fell on the mandir. It looked splendid. It was glittering in the soft rays of the sun. The placid waters of the lake shone in the mellowing light. Lamps were being lit to dispel the darkness. A silence descended on Kranti as she watched the golden temple from a distance. She knelt on the marble concourse encircling the pool. She put her hand in the cool water and wetted her face. She prayed that everything would go off smoothly tomorrow.

The sky darkened and the stars came out. The strokes of orange and pink in the sky were soon turning to shades of grey as the day died out. Looking at the pool, Kranti felt as if it was lit up. The golden ripples crossed the dots of gold that were the reflections of the golden flames of the diyas. She felt the stars had descended on the water and brought with them a little heaven on this part of the earth. She looked up at the sky. It was a clear sky with twinkling stars. She got up to go into the main sanctuary of the temple after which they would go to the dining hall for "langar" a free meal made by the sevaks for the pilgrims.

The day was at its end. Raj stayed back at his cousin's home. He had received a message that the trucks would start from Amritsar the next day. There was some inexplicable delay and so Kewal and he decided to stay back here. After a delicious dinner and catching up with family news, the men folk decided to have a night cap. The young men decided to turn in and it was somewhere around midnight. Raj was sleeping on the terrace on a comfortable bed. He stared up at the sky. It looked beautiful with not a cloud marring its beauty. His lids dropped. It had been starry in London too on that day. It had been a wonderful dry night. After finishing his assignment at the college, he had decided to study in the library. An hour had passed and then two. He had been engrossed making his notes. Amar and Jaidev joined him. Well Raj, would you like to join us ? they asked. What for was his counter question. Come, let us introduce you to Barrister Sharma. He too is a pucca angrez like you. Raj had known his friends would have plagued him till he went, so he had agreed.

They had walked along the banks of the river Thames. Dark liquid waves passing by. There had been a nip in the air and Raj had pulled his muffler closer to his neck. They had turned into a bylane and a beautiful house came into view.

Amar rang the doorbell. They were taken in by a young student. A group of Indian gentry were present there. Some were doctors, some businessmen, some lawyers and some writers. Barrister Sharma was seated at the table. He was a distinguished looking man who was obviously very learned and experienced. His face reflected this. Well gentlemen, let me introduce myself, I am Karamjit Sharma. England is my home for the past twelve years and I haven't been to India in all this time. We have been educated here and have a good knowledge of English laws and ways. We have to use this knowledge to be able to help our motherland to get what she truly deserves??Freedom. I hope you will all pitch in and do your best. You will never fail so long as you know what your goal is and don't veer away from it.

A year later, Barrister Sharma looked at Raj and never regretted taking him under his wing ????.

This was three years ago. Raj sighed. He missed his mentor very much. He pulled the blanket over him to keep out the cold and turned on his side. Tomorrow ?..he wondered what was in store tomorrow.

Home and heart breaking memories

They finished their dinner, took a last view of the Harmandir and turned to depart through the gates. They wore their footwear. Both of them remained silent. Hardayal was looking serious. Kranti asked him if something was wrong. No he said, just thinking about tomorrow. Kranti nodded her head in understanding. They left the precincts of the Golden temple and began to make their way to Kranti's old home. The home where she had lived as a young child. It had been four years since she had come here. It was when she had become eighteen and had inherited this house. She always felt a sense of belonging here?. And a feeling of nostalgia.

They walked silently each immersed in his own thoughts. Hardayal was feeling uneasy about the next day. He was generally a jocular kind of a person but he had a gut feeling that tomorrow was going to bring troubles with it. He felt as if someone was spying on them. He didn't want to alarm Kranti. She was as it is tired and needed rest after such a long day. She walked on unaware of all the misgivings that he was having. She had her own ghosts to deal with. She was going to relive her childhood once again. While there were some magical moments, there were also some tragic ones. Her footsteps started to drag. But she was longing to see her home?..a home that inspired her.

Hardayal fell back a bit. He gestured that she should continue walking. Her house was just three blocks away. He melted into the shadows but kept a watch on her. Kranti tried not to quicken her steps. Two people came walking from the opposite direction. They were busy talking and barely gave her a glance. Suddenly they stopped and turned as Kranti passed them by. Hey you, one of them called out. Kranti's heart almost stopped beating. She slowed down but neither stopped nor looked over her shoulder to respond to their call. Her house was just a block away. There was a movement in the bushes. It caught the men's attention. A small flame lit up in the darkness beyond the trees as if someone was lighting a cigarette. Who's there? ? the men called out. Lights came on in the house nearest the men. Four men came out of the house. What's the commotion here? We need to call the police?.. one resident said. No, no?we're just passing by, but someone was here harassing that lady. Really? asked the owner of the house, what lady? The men looked around but there was no woman on the road. Kranti had gone through the gate of her home. She remained crouched behind the bush till everything settled down.

Hardayal pulled on his cigarette and blew out the smoke. He could leave now that Kranti was safely in the compound. Noiselessly, he disappeared from the vicinity. The neighbours returned indoors after making sure that the loiterers were gone. Tauji stood near the window. Kranti had done well. She was a quick learner and obviously had been able to tackle the situations pretty well from all accounts that he had received. The two men outside were KKs. It was all a ploy to guage the new entrant in their group. Hardayal wouldn't have dared to smoke if they had been some real troublemakers. Tauji came out of the house. He stood at the steps. Kranti, he called out softly. She rose from behind the bush. It was a wonder she didn't get cramps. She took easy steps away from the gate. She looked towards the house.

She stepped under the archway. The garden seemed to be bare. Only the old tall trees stood in grandeur. They stood there waiting for the house to be lived in once again; to have activity around there; to hear the strains of laughter; to hear whispered discussions about the struggle for freedom; to witness courage and fortitude of the inmates of the house and to see that young girl happy once again. The garden was in shambles, unkempt and down-trodden. Kranti throat ached with unshed tears. Why did she feel exactly like her garden? There was no one to tend to it?.just like how she was neglected in her childhood. The bushes, the creepers, the shrubs had all perished in the last fourteen years?..just like how her childhood fantasies, her freedom and her innocence had perished in Lahore at the hands of mamiji. The flowers had gone when the gardeners had gone and the garden became bereft of beauty and serenity. Kranti's childhood too had gone and her life had become bereft of endearing parental love. She swallowed with difficulty and her eyes shimmered like dark pools. The pain and sorrow seemed to rise up and she hiccupped. She did not want to sob for she knew that today she would do exactly what her parents had done??.fight for her country. She clasped the wooden knobs on the balustrade beside the flight of steps. The trees shook their heads and the foliage rustled in the silent night playing a sweet melody. Who was striking a thousand violins with a bow? The wind? The leaves? The spirits? Or hope?

Tauji witnessed the grief on his angel's face. His heart almost broke. Her parents had made the supreme sacrifice for their country and had left behind a young orphaned child of eight at the mercy of her rather cruel fate. She deserved much more than this. He felt a sense of shame and helplessness. Kranti??come in my dear, beckoned Tauji softly.

Kranti entered her house. She was very tired and needed a hot bath. Tauji had kept the water ready for her. She was surprised at his gesture. No one had waited on her in a long long while. She had a bath and some of the fatigue dissipated. Her body relaxed as she combed her long tresses of dark hair. She went to lie down on the diwan in the living room. There was hardly any furniture in the house. She lay her head on her pillow.

Oh you winds, gently blow

Make no noise as you flow

Her eyelids have closed now

Let her rest anyhow

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?

Edited by skeptical - 16 years ago

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Ranjna Narang Monga

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Posted: 16 years ago

Lovely part skep cant wait to read further. Continue very soon. I am loving your take on MRD already.

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poetic

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Posted: 16 years ago

Thanks Skepti for starting this story. Didn't want it to end.

Please do update soon.

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dlip

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Posted: 16 years ago

Skepti,

It is very good.

You made us nostelgic by reminding some good part of MRD written in your exclusive way of story telling

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Dawn

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Like always ........... am bereft of words ..........

Used up all the icons to convey what i feel ..........

You are an awesome writer Skep .........

Your every description is so ..... well ...... ' bang on' ...........

I can just imagine the whole thing by closing my eyes ...........

Keep it up Skep .......... 🤗

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pennu

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Woow Skep👏.... that was awsome dear... Even though I am little bit leaning towards pro raj team😉... I always loved the way you write... and ofcourse you too dear😃..... Well all those sweet and trilling memories got refreshed yaar😳... I wish to go back to that time😍.... Thanks.... skep.... waiting for the next part....

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Arwen11

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Posted: 16 years ago

Skep yaar it's brilliant, mind blowing, superb, fantabulous.............👏

i didnt watch any of those early episodes though i have heard alot about them and reading your take on the glory days of MRD is a treat....waiting for the next part😊

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Gagori Chatterjee

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Posted: 16 years ago

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Skepti is back in full form again😲👏👏..woww u started the story exactly from where I was expecting it to b😲..I always wanted to see some interesting conversations between RK when Kranti was working in the court😳,but unfortunately those dumb creatives could never cash in on those days😡..

Anyways coming back to your story the whole meal fiasco was superb👏...I remembered the scene when Kranti comes to Raj's room to ask for leave and then sees Lajjo forcibly feeding Raj😉😆,...Poor Raj felt so embarrassed na😆..but the scene which u wrote was 100 times better than the scene which was actually showed in the serial😳...

I m expecting lots of interesting twists to take place in Amritsar now..😳...in the serial we could never see any special RK-Scenes in Amritsar when they actually had the scope to show many scenes in the mela itself where Kranti was in disguise😉..so I know u can do justice to those scenes😃

Eagerly waiting to know what happens to Sohan Tauji in your version of MRD😳..Do continue soon😳..

Last but not the least Outstanding Narration👏