Forever..In Hearts...

Geet was waiting for a ride outside the bus stand of a small village...in the meanwhile, a Tanga stops by her side and a sharp loud voice comes..."kahaa jaana hai madam?"Geet is startled by the loud rough voice of a female....it was Basanti the famous Tange wali accompanied by her white mere Dhanno...

Geet..."Mother India stays in this village I've come to meet her.. I've heard a lot about her sacrifices and toil ... please let me to her address...."

Basanti..."Yun ke... I've never seen you in this village... you seem to have come from far away...my name is Basanti... what's your name?"

Geet.."My name is Geet I'm a journalist... I've come to cover a story of Mother India for our news channel..."

Basanti.."Accha patrakaar ho... nice...hop in...the tanga...so the story is... Mother India left her village where she earlier settled and came to Ramgarh 20 years ago... she has become really old and trembling... she now lives with my mausi who takes care of her.....I got married to Veeru...and I live near my mausis home...I couldn't leave riding tanga because I'm a career-oriented woman you see..."

Geet..."That's nice Basanti... but can you tell me a little more about Mother India..."

Basanti..."Ha ha kyu nahi... Mother India is really a great lady.... despite being old and trembling she goes in the fields to work and grow and harvest crops... she's really strong... She has seen lots of struggles in life... but triumphed high and winning... from youth to old age she has never given up...."

Geet..."Wow..."

The tanga reaches mausis home but there are many people gathered outside maisis house... some whispering.. some sobbing... 

To the shock, surprise, and bad luck of Geet... Mother India had just breathed her last... moments ago....the entire village was in a state of grief...

Basanti...in a choked voice..."Kya hua mausi.... achanak...all of a sudden...all was fine... until morning..."

Mausi..."What to say....she was fine.. suddenly Mother India ran looking up saying and yelling...Birju... I'm coming my son....and fainted...and died on the spot...I rushed to the village doctor...who declared her dead.... when he checked her nerves.." cries incessantly...

Geet...Sobs looking at Mother India...still and cold...."I can't express how much I wanted to meet you...oh great lady... may you be happy wherever you are now..." cries inconsolably...

Basanti too is inconsolable...

Wail and Cries rip the atmosphere... suddenly it starts raining heavily as if the skies are weeping too......

After a few weeks of the incident... the villages unveil the statue of Mother India...and invite Geet for the ceremony...

Geet... deeply looks at the statue of Mother India...and says with watery eyes..."You shall forever live in our hearts..."

Basanti..."Salute to you great woman... our village is proud of you... and will ever be... forever.."tears drip from Basantis's eyes...

Basanti, Mausi, Geet, and the villagers sit and watch the huge statue of Mother India... while tears roll down their grieving eyes...