sushil kumar gochhayat

Drama

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sushil kumar gochhayat

Drama

Mr. Mishra

Mr. Mishra

3 mins
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'You are the apple of my eye', I whispered, holding her waist and kissing her nape. Elbowing me, she said, 'What about Mani, she is your life or something else? I affirmed, 'she is special and I can't forget her, Oh! My Mrs. Khan.'

I can't forget that horrifying day in UP.The Hindu Muslim riot had taken the life of many. The political drama had put life at stake. For the sake of political gain, some political parties had instigated people to become brutal taking revenge on one another. Hindus had attacked Muslims and Muslims had attacked Hindus.


When things had become normal and people had started their normal life, an incident had changed everything and on that particular day I had entered the bus and finding the seat vacant, I had asked, 'Can I sit here Madam?, 'Why not, the seat is vacant and also you will give the charges to conductor', she said. From her outfit, it was clear that she was a Hindu woman. To avoid confusion, I told, 'Though I have no beard, I am Sushil Khan, and I am new to this place as my new job had brought me to this place'. With a suppressed smile, she told, 'By the way, I am Mani Mishra and I belong to U.P.' As the bus had moved ahead to drop people to their desired stations, around fifteen men had stood in the middle of the road to stop the vehicle. With their sword, they had entered the bus and shouted that some of their Hindu brothers had been beaten by Muslims and now it was their turn to pick some Muslims and give them condign punishment. I had looked around and discovered only myself as the Muslim in that bus. Knowing that my life was in danger, I had become flabbergasted. After checking had been done and my turn had come for checking of my religion, touching my shoulder and looking at my fearsome eyes, she had shouted at the protagonists, 'What are you doing, he is Hindu, look at my mangalsutra, I am Mani Mishra, and he is my husband, leave him, leave him.' Listening to her plea, they had left me and oxygen had again captured my breath. My eyes had dropped tears and my lips had conveyed thank you to her for saving my life. She had smiled and said, it was humanity only that had prompted her to take such action. As the bus had run again and my station had reached, I had told, 'Bye madam, I will remain grateful to you.'' Take care Mr. Mishra, it was nice to meet you, 'She had whispered with a blissful smile.'


Ending the past yet true story,I cooed, 'Oh! My Mrs. Khan, that day is indelible and that pious lady,Mani will remain in my mind for her selfless help and sacrifice, and she has all the rights on my life in which you are my better half'.


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