Crossroad Page #2

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Okay.

Bye.

- Bye.

Good morning, Chechi.

What is it, Sabu?

These are some vegetables

I grew myself.

I should give it first to

people whom I like, right?

After sending your

son to school,

I know that you will be

bored sitting here alone.

What say?

What I said is correct, right?

Don't give me those scary looks.

Even though I call you

Chechi (elder sister),

I know that you are

younger to me, Chechi.

Devi,

I can call you that, right?

Right, Chechi?

If you change this saree,

and wear a Churidar, you will

look like a college girl.

That's all your age is, right?

What do you want, Sabu?

That's a deadly question, Chechi.

I have a lot of

work to do, Sabu.

Sandhya madam, who joined our office

recently, told me everything.

He is smiling without

knowing anything!

Devi,

why don't you buy a big garland

and put it on that photo?

Anyway, you are awesome.

You didn't let any one know even

though 3 years have passed.

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

Don't you have desires as well?

No one will know.

Get up!

Well".

But nothing happened here, right?

Get out!

But Chechi..

Get out, I say!

My heart was shattered

when I heard it.

Fate! What else can we say!

Where is your actual house?

- Give me the balance amount.

She's quite something!

She kept it hidden

for so long, right?

Coming from a different town,

with an innocent child;

how are you living with

a smile on your face?

You wouldn't have wanted

to let anyone know.

Poor thing. You're

burning inside.

Dear,

you don't need this, dear.

I need it, grandma.

Let it be there.

I came to know the

truth only today.

Grandma, don't cry.

You are consoling me?

I left my home

town and came here

because I didn't want to see

these tears and sympathy.

My husband has told me that when

the country has achieved victory,

we shouldn't defeat it with tears.

I have also felt that it's right.

Mom!

What is it, dear?

If I ask something,

will you be upset?

No, dear.

What is it?

My father is dead, right?

No, son.

Your father hasn't died.

I know.

What?

My father died during

the war, right?

Then why are you lying, mom?

Your father hasn't

gone anywhere, dear.

Sometimes,

he comes and sits here.

Sometimes he talks to me.

Sometimes, he even makes

paintings with me.

No! You are lying, mom!

No, son.

For others, your father

may be a brave martyr.

For us and our country,

your father is still standing

guard at the border.

Loo k!

Your father is still around us.

Look into his eyes without

batting an eyelid.

Look into his eyes, son.

He will smile.

He will talk;

He will ask how you are;

I swear!

'The scent of a bird'

This is her.

Golden Drogolan.

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