diary entry with moral
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I got ready. Twok looked at me and said he wanted to go with me. He too got ready. “Shall I wear this cap and come? Or will I look like a clown with a pretty lady?” he asked and expected a reply from me but I simply made him wear the cap.
I took him along.
It was six in the evening. The market place was crowded and full of life. I bought all the things from particular shops. I wanted to do some window shopping and entertain Twok. The crowd was unmanageable. The hot and humid air was a bit suffocating too. The regular humdrum of the evening was suddenly broken. There was commotion and uproar. People abruptly started running helter-skelter. The shutters came down rapidly with a big thud. The streets were deserted….
Gunshots and more gunshots. Looked like a riot had broken out or else terrorists had struck.
“Terrorists have entered the place…..”
“What?….”
“TERRORISTS………” People screamed, running in utter confusion, over one another. There was stampede. The traffic came to a halt and more chaos followed. Then the enhanced warning sirens of the police vans boomed. I picked up Twok and ran for life. The carry bags and Twok were heavy. I managed to enter a small lane, an opening leading to the backyard of a house. I hid there with Twok in the darkness thrown in by the tall trees, literally shaking with fright.
“It’s Diwali again?” Twok asked.
“Sshhhh….” I placed a finger on his lips.
It was twilight and the gunshots died down. Heavy booted people ran up and down. Police patrolled the area and Section 144 was laid. I was terrified. ‘How will I reach home? All will be worried and be on pins and needles till they get any news about us.’ My thoughts were running riot. All communication lines were jammed. My cell became useless.
“I’m hungry.”
“Sshhhhh.”
A man came to the backyard door from inside the house and switching on the light opened the door. He stood in the flood of light. He was in white pathani dress with a kufi skull cap.
Oh, my God!!
“Who’s there? Come out.” He said.
The light fell on me and Twok. I picked him up and trembled.
He looked at us for a minute or two.
“Come inside, Sister.” He said with a smile.
Then called inside “Ammi, look who is here. Please take of this sister and her child.”
“Oh God! Oh, no…. How will Grandma cleanse me?”
All Indians are my brothers and sisters…..… our daily pledge, more said as a duty, a routine……. but this stranger….this stranger has put it in practice.