Picket 43 Page #3

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The one who has come now, I think

he is more problematic than him.

Hello sir, if you gawk at him

and stay, we will be starving.

Today is the day when

the ration comes, you come.

You come here man.

Man, how many times it has been?

Still now your fear on

water not gone, yet?

Those people who had recruited

you in the army, they must be blamed.

Come here, man.

I just can't think, he is still alive

here, that itself is a big thing.

Alone, he is not alone

that dog is there with him.

That will benefit

10 people's presence.

Hey man don't say dog.

If he hears, gone. His name

is Hawaldar Bacardi.

Hey fellow, there is

letter from the base camp.

We know what is inside

this without opening, is it so?

Your mutton is there.

It like taking a lottery, taking this

and rolling, might get or may not.

Manietta, Manietta, its me Hari.

Who is it?

Hari, from picket 43.

Tell.

Mother's letter from native

place, is it lying over there?

Nothing is there over here, you

had a letter from Sahib.

That was send to there also.

Yea, that I got. Dear son for the time

being you sit on top of mountain.

We'll go on leave slowly that is

printed and has signed and given.

At that time itself that

Dineeshan has told.

While coming over here,

there won't be any leave and all.

You are lucky man, over here at the

company there is no peace of mind.

You might not have known,

last week 3 people are gone.

Including Major Mukunthan Sahib.

My heavens! Mukunthan sir?

Then what?

Then what?

All gathered and gave a

salute and bid farewell.

Mukunthan sir had a

daughter who is 3 years old.

Manietta, after all, we

are all only this much.

Today we are alive, tomorrow not!

Anyway Hari you be alert.

How are the things over there?

The previous person has gone

and a new person has come.

A small doubt he is bit mad.

As soon as he came, in front of

the bunker, with a board chest.

He was walking to and fro.

Before this, knowing one

person was there...

...on hearing the sound of

firing now and then.

Manietta, then on telling

to our Thampi sahib.

The case of my leave should

be mentioned again to sir.

The things in the

native place, Maniettan...

Hello, Manietta, Manietta!

Lucky at least got it this much time.

Hey fellow Bacardi!

God, goddess! Kindly protect.

I must go from here alive.

If new letter is not there,

read the old letters.

'Believes that my son is fine.

When again can I see you?'

'Has told only mothefs wish on

thinking that son don't be sad'

'Mother knows you'll

be too busy over there'

'Mother has not nothing special

over here, that breathlessness...'

'For the last few days it

has been tormenting me a lot'

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