My Time Capsule: Kashmir to California Through History and Times (eBook, ePUB)
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She spoke for the first time since she escaped through the back window of her house. It was then she shouted,Koi Hai, Koi Hai...Is someone there?She shouted the second time a little louder, and then decided before her final call to check the railings of the bridge where she would climb and jump into the river and drown herself. She was about to make her third call, "Koi Hai," when a feeble voice from under the bridge came back,"Mai Huun, Neeche Aao"(I am here, come under the bridge.)She heard it clearly. Emboldened by this voice of life, she let go of the railings of the bridge and started wal...
She spoke for the first time since she escaped through the back window of her house. It was then she shouted,
Koi Hai, Koi Hai...
Is someone there?
She shouted the second time a little louder, and then decided before her final call to check the railings of the bridge where she would climb and jump into the river and drown herself. She was about to make her third call, "Koi Hai," when a feeble voice from under the bridge came back,
"Mai Huun, Neeche Aao"
(I am here, come under the bridge.)
She heard it clearly. Emboldened by this voice of life, she let go of the railings of the bridge and started walking back to the shore and then down toward the pillar.
At the base behind the pillar there lay a wounded Sikh soldier who seemed shot several times and had been bleeding the whole night. The soldier had little time left, as both his legs were stone cold, and life was leaving him slowly. Harbhajan, out of compassion, kept his head on her lap and covered him well with the blanket and started reciting the holy scriptures in his ears, and then she dozed off.
Would she escape the genocide that had just begun and make it to the end of her journey of grief? Would she start a new chapter of her life?
Koi Hai, Koi Hai...
Is someone there?
She shouted the second time a little louder, and then decided before her final call to check the railings of the bridge where she would climb and jump into the river and drown herself. She was about to make her third call, "Koi Hai," when a feeble voice from under the bridge came back,
"Mai Huun, Neeche Aao"
(I am here, come under the bridge.)
She heard it clearly. Emboldened by this voice of life, she let go of the railings of the bridge and started walking back to the shore and then down toward the pillar.
At the base behind the pillar there lay a wounded Sikh soldier who seemed shot several times and had been bleeding the whole night. The soldier had little time left, as both his legs were stone cold, and life was leaving him slowly. Harbhajan, out of compassion, kept his head on her lap and covered him well with the blanket and started reciting the holy scriptures in his ears, and then she dozed off.
Would she escape the genocide that had just begun and make it to the end of her journey of grief? Would she start a new chapter of her life?
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