Diamond diamond 2

'Mother! Did not I get the letter I wrote from Ambala's camp? Mother instantly gave up the awakening and Sukhdei took a vase on the face and stood on the Dwarkaakh on the inside of the house of the house. Lahn Singh went in and placed his head in front of the goddess and placed a bundle on his back in a corner. He touched his mother's feet with his hands and put his head on his head, and mother took his head near his chest and washed his head with tears of rain on which the showers of bullets were visible in at least three places. Were.

Now the mother could see him. The shave was on the face and there were three wounds potholes in between. In the childhood, where the sun, moon, Mars, etc. were able to protect the insanity of the planets, copper silver plates and manges etc. were now hanging round four rounds of silver from the red lace. And the legs which were untouched by the fifty-fifty times of the mother's quilt in childhood were replaced by a leather strap in place of one of them. There was also a kind of self-reliance on eyes that had been burnt by the sun shining and overwhelmed by the hard-pressed face and months of sourness, and the village of his father, grandfather's house Seeing it blossomed.
The mother could not say anything to the throat or ask something. Quietly got up and went out of the way thinking Gulabdei, whose electric currents were running in all the limbs and whose eyes were pushing the eyelids, could not wait for the husband's open arms to reconcile him with the heart of Pranath, but before that his head, From the beginning of the end and the beginning of Nasukh, the husband fell on the chest and the only gesture of women in India - tears - was his three year imprisoned heartache. She said.
She cried and cried. Is it surprising? Whereas women do not know how to write letters and read their expressions in pure language and where they also get the time to talk to their husbands, why there is no flow of everlasting indestructible love in the language of the stream of tears. (Guleri ji was able to write this story up to here. The next story is fulfilled by the story writer Dr. Sushil Kumar Fuller ...) The immortal name of love is bliss. Its bell lasts for birth and death. Gulabdei got husband-touch after three years. At first, she became disgraced, then she became bloated, the girl went away only in the husband. He wanted to break the dam of the mountainous river, that Lahhan Singh was stalled and falling and falling. Sakuchey-C, Shammyi-c Gulabdei said, cutting bitterly to lahnasinha- ​​Just ... and said in the eyes only as eyes filled with Bihari's heroine - would you like to wear a garland in front of Kabbadi?
'Hare to Harinam, Gulabdei. My fiancée I'm not loser Listen ... men and curds do not ever bite ... and China's fight has sharpened my edge. " Lahna Singh was up and down! Gulabdei mustard-blossom Imagine that Lahna Singh had married her only yesterday.
The mother went to the kitchen. Three years later the son came. The crutches rattle in his ears was still heard. How many vows were held by Bhagwati He was also in Shivaji's temple! After all, if he wanted God-God, he could come to the right place, but now he was in front. Nevertheless, Mother had the hope of a miracle, she would take a tail from her father. Then began to think of stirring the khadhi in the Durgchi ... what a terrible way for the country. His chest blossomed. The son kept the shame of mother's milk.
'Uncle, you have come!''Yes son.' Lahn Singh said, filling it in the number.
'Uncle ... where were these days?'
'Son I was at lam. The war was going on with China ...
'Where is China?' The child asked innocence!
'Across the Himalayas.'
'Will not you take me too?'
'I will not go now. I was discharged from the army! ' After thinking something, he said again - 'Son, if you grow up then get admitted into the army.'
'I will kill the Chinese too!' But uncle will cut my leg too? '
'Oh damn it! Do not say so. Tang cut off enemies. ' Then diamond took out the papalani made of mango kettle in pocket and began to play. When the mangoes are grown in rainy season, the children begin to play Gitan in Guilin by overthrowing those plants. Old-fashioned showcases awe. That there are children of snakes in the kernels but who explain these monkeys ... the ancestors of man who stayed!
'Do you go to madarsas?'
'I am ... but fear of a long beard of Maulvi ...'
'Why?'
'His face is not seen in the beard ...'
'What you have to take with your mouth. Good kids do not talk about gurus. '
'My name is just raw ...'
'The name is raw or in the raw ...'
'I will be in the pucca but the elder mother did not give me the lesson ... the fees are unacceptable.' And he disappeared while playing pulsation.
Lahana Singh started thinking ... how Omar falls ... The hill streams reach the ground, reaching the ground and getting moderate ... in the falling Umar, the current slips and surrounds the uncertainty of the future. When he was injured in the battle of China, when he was in the hospital ... then every nurse could see him in the eight-year-old subedar ... One day he had asked Sister Nancy: 'Was the Sister ever eight years old?'
'How can I be twenty-two without crossing eight years ... you are missing a ...
'Yes ... he was eight years old ... bathed in curd ... blossoming flowers, smiling in my life ... and then one became extinct ... the Subedar became ... Say-he was lost!
'Hav ... do you believe in fairy tales?'
'Fairies have feathers ... They fly and fly wherever you want ... Imagination is life.'
But you have got the gallantry medal. '
'If I did not have an eight-year-old daughter in my imagination, I would never get bravery and medal ... my inspiration was the same ...
'You have not married.' Nancy asked!
'Marriage was made ... Kaner's flower-lover is my wife ... there is a son ... and my old mother is ...'
'Then the fantasy of the fairies ... the attention of an eight year old girl ...'
'Yes, sister ... I had seen that girl 35 years ago ... then she disappeared like the curly becomes invisible after rain ... and I deal ... alone ... Nancy went away was. He was thinking - the white ears in the dream is auspicious, or a symbol of the inauspicious ... Many gods come in the semi-diminished eyes in the hospital ... sometimes they feel that the snake snake has tightened it from the waist. Maybe it is not a sign of impotence ... she will be afraid ... mother ... wife ... and diamond ... how will it happen ... in the village there is not anything that creates fear ... but Three years are so many ... how will they live ... wages in war Minister will not reach ... then had him come to mind when they walk mother had said - Son ... not our concern. The mountain's bass will protect us in the courtyard ... Then it has come to mind ... Many times the pandiyas get upset if the house turns upside down. You keep a sack of rice ... it will open up suddenly and a pile of rice will be found. Sometimes the mountainous animals will open the animals ... oh no ... the mountain is a god, which protects the family. He was convinced.
'Munnua, did you run in the womb?'
'Mummy Fauji is the slave of the dictator.'
'Firu Tao was back from the battle of Germ ... ... no part of his body was new ... and you do not know where and where he wandered ... he got home, did you remember me?'
'Amma ... I would have gone around like a spin, but I am the mother of the mother mother ... that hill mother who sends son to her son in a battlefield ... do not show Rajput any more Gives ... '
'Yes, I'm sorry to see you but you ...'
'But Amma ... why are you silent?'
'Bulabdei is a heroine ... she should be proud ...'
'Yes ... son ... the woman of the military lives only with the help of Tamgons but ...'
'But Amma ... say something!'
'His condition was so bad ... without the man, the woman is incomplete ... and the woman of the military raises a lot of fingers ... what do you know?' You are just Naul's Naulai Rea.
'Am!'
'What can you bring back your second leg?' And where did the government take Sudh Budh for three years ... '
Lahn Singh had no answer. The subedar had intervened by the soliloquy ... which front was he protected by protecting Hazara Singh Boda Singh ... he was in turmoil in the war-land and taking the Red-Cross van father-son Had gone ... I did what I said ... thinking of flowers, but how would the gloom of the youth of Gulabdei have emerged ... People would say ... rainy streams came and it was strawberry Had gone ... stormed into the storm ... the laughing rabbit, Mr. ... not ... Lagdi where he ... taliped then came Lhnasinh ... used to speak to Nancy in China ... lively ....
Amma had gone to the kitchen again! Gulabdei was hanging on his wooden leg ... maybe a pulsation would have started ... maybe he started roaming again ... Then Lohana Singh had said, 'Gulabo ... this is not the second leg ...'
She started pressing both legs ... and she was washing her face ... she said again - 'Gulabo ... do you have the pain of being crippled?'
'not!'
'Why are you crying ...'
'Even if the army of Bibi weeps, people laugh and if they laughed, they also leave the sarcasm ... He is such a lavaris ... he was split!'
'I was always with you!'
'good!' Now just a little thrill.
Even after getting diamond diamond you were helpless.

'And what did you have?'
'you!'

'No ... no mum will lull you ... and you will melt with wax ... like men are like this!'
'Just say openly ...'
'Gori-Chitti Mim did not see that it became lame ...'
'Do you doubt?'
'I am ... only then did not take it for so many years ...'
'I was with you always ... always ...'
'And who was that sub-inspector?'
'what do you mean?'
'You were still speaking to mother ... she said ... what I said ... I have fulfilled ...'
'Yeah ... what I could do ... he did ...'
'But where did the Subedar come from the war?'
'That was imagination.'
'So Gulabo was dead ... I did not even remember in fiction.'
'I will take you to join him.'
'I'll meet myself and excuse myself ... Faujiya was home and there was an aunty!'
'I will go now ...'
'For me, when have you gone ... and where do you come from ...'
'Gulabo ... you are making a mistake ... I did not say that ... men and curls are never bruised ... they should come running ...'
'Well ... well ... do not leave it anymore ... diamond will come ...'
And both of them went to Aubrey. Which were found centuries later. Small pleasures wash away manomalnia and builds the basis of life for each other - following the mirage of a mirage makes the couple's life green, ... Gulabdei was lit. ... and sudden sunshine in the courtyard Had bloomed