Waiting For

Waiting For

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Story about struggle for independence and waiting for love.
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Story about struggle for independence and waiting for love.

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Submitted: March 31, 2017

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“Are you ready with your gun?” Charnajeet asked to his friend Amarsingh.

“Yes I am. My gun is thirsty for the blood of that dirty Jhonson,” replied Amarsingh waving his gun in the air.

“Be ready to attack. Jhonson is about to come,” saying that Charnjeet drew out a bomb from his bag.

 

Charanjeet and his friend Amarsingh both were revolutionary who were fighting for the independence of India. Hiding in the dense thickets along the road, they were waiting for Jhonson. Those days, the people of the town were suffering the cruelties of police officer Jhonson. Both of them decided to kill Johnson. After keeping an eye on Jhonson’s activities they found out that every evening after his duty Johnson went home via this road. So they chose the dense thickets along that road to attack him. At the time of evening there was nobody except one or two pedestrian on that road.

Hearing the sound of a coming car, Amarsingh said, “Perhaps he is coming.”

“Be prepared”, Charansingh stood up. Both of them came out of the thickets. Meantime the car came near to them. They at once recognised the car. It was Johnson’s car. Charanjeet hurled the bomb at the car. The car was blown up. After the incident they fled away from the spot.

 

The news of killing of Jhonson spread like a fire in forest. Soon police found out that the killing was carried out by Charnjeet and his friend Amarsingh. Police started a manhunt.

 

 

Charanjeet was the eldest son of a trader. He was from his childhood impressed with those who fought and sacrificed their lives for the independence of nation. His father was a strong supporter of British rule and did not want their sons to take part in any activity relating to the struggle for independence. He strictly ordered his sons to keep from these activities. Following the orders of their father, all the three sons were away from these activities. But his fourth son Charanjeet was not agreed with his father.

 

 

When Charanjeet was studying in middle school, he came into contact with some students who were involved in movements for freedom. These students were involved in distributing the books banned by British government. One day he was caught with these books by principal of the school. The principal called his father in school and warned him against Charanjeet. That day for the first time in his life, Charanjeet was beaten by his father. His mother too rebuked him.

 

But this beating and rebuke could not restrain him from taking part in struggle for independence. He was punished by his parents several times but did not give in. His activities and involvement was increased with the age. In college life he began to take part in movements openly. Once during a strike against British rule, he was arrested by police and sent to jail. His family refuse to take his bail. He was sued and sentenced two years imprisonment. After releasing from the jail when he reached the home, everybody deny to recognise him. He was driven out from the home. After that being free from the family bonds, he devoted himself to the struggle for the independence. Nobody except a few those who were fighting for the freedom came forward to help him. He soon came in contact with a group of revolutionaries and began to work with this group. This group had faith in violence against British rule and was involved in several violent attacks on British officers and people.

 

 

After killing Jhonson, they fled away from the city. After covering a distance of ten miles and passing through a small forest they reached a village in the early morning of the next day.

 

Amarsingh knocked at the door of the house two or three times. After some time a sound came from inside, “Who is?”

“I, Amarsingh along with Charanjeet,” Amarsingh said in loud voice.

After some time the door was open and a woman came out saying “Oh, you Amarsing. Come in.”

They entered the house and Amarsingh immediately closed the door.

“What happened? What made you to come to me like that?”, she asked.

He narrated the whole incident to her and requested her to give them refuge.”

 

She was a strong supporter of movements for independence and was a far relative of Amarsingh. She provided them a small room in her house to hide. They locked themselves in a room so that no one from outside could know about their presence.

Her name was Simran. Her father was a farmer and an activist in a movement for freedom. He was shot dead by police while taking part in an agitation against British rule. Her mother too passed away due to shock by death of her husband. Since then she began to hate the British rule. After the death of his father she alone along with the help of a servant began to manage the farm.

They hid in her house in such a way for at least a fortnight. Meanwhile the police was on manhunt for them.

During those days, she took care of their all the needs and treated them like a family members. Charanjeet was impressed with her simplicity, manners and beauty.

One afternoon when they were taking lunch in their room, Simran came in and asked apprehensively, “Be alert, two policemen have come in the village.”

Both of them looked at her. She continued, “They stopped me while I was going to grocer’s shop and asked me whether any stranger or any criminal person has come in the village recently. I told them I had not seen any such man. When I was returning home I found them enquiring other people.”

Charanjeet said, “It is not safe to stay here anymore. Police will soon find out that we are hiding her. I think we must leave this village as soon as possible.”

Amarsingh said nothing. They finished lunch.

Simran was upset on the matter of their leaving the village. She was impressed with the personality and bravery of Charanjeet. Amarsigh once told her in detail about Charanjeet’s life and heroic works. Hearing his story, her heart was filled with strong feelings of sympathy and affection for Charanjeet. 

Charanjeet and Amarsingh decided to leave the village that night. When charanjeet told her about their decision, she began to weep. Seeing her weeping, he got surprised and asked her, “What happened to you? Why are you weeping?”

Saying nothing she continued to weep.  

He was surprised at her weeping. Before he could say anymore she ran to other room. He went to her and said, “Simran.”

She turned and looked at him. He embraced her and said, “You are sad on my going away from you, aren’t you?”

 She lowered her eyes. She told nothing and continued weeping. He wiped tears from her eyes. She was in her arms. He said, “Today I am going away from you. If I survive in this war of independence, I will come to you.”

Charanjeet and Amarsingh left the village in the dark of midnight. Police was searching them.  At the time of separation, charanjeet’s eyes were wet with tears. With heavy heart he parted from Simran.

After walking for a whole night, next morning they reached a small town. Unfortunately here they came across with a police patrolling party. Police tried to catch them. At this they began firing at police party. Police responded with heavy firing. Charanjeet got a bullet shot in that fight. Both of them were arrested by police. Both of them sentenced the life imprisonment by court. Hearing the judgement, Charanjeet shouted patriotic slogans in the court.

Hearing the judgement Simran wept for hours. But she didn’t leave hope. She had a long wait for him.

Struggle for independence was going on. After a long struggle and with a great sacrifices India got freedom. Simran was still waiting for him. And one day her life shone with the light of hope when she got the news that the Government released Charanjeet forn the jail.

 One day someone knocked at the door of her house. She opened the door and to her surprise she found Charanjeet standing at the door spreading his arms for her. Her wait came to an end.


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