Mein Heer Uski...Woh Mere Mann Ka Ranjhan- Amdheer OS Gallery

~Always and Forever~

Hey guys!
Here is the next update. Like the other stories, this is not a romantic one. It's Amdheer's story only but I thought of writing something about the partition  because the writers did not give us that.
Read and let me know how it was....did I justify the partition.
I hope you all with like it. Enjoy reading
Regards
Roshni

The changing hues of the sky accompanied with the changing colours of the scenery reminded me of one thing....my changing life. It's said that change is the only constant and I feel it's very apt for me. Who had imagined a sixteen year old girl would have to face so much troubles in her life....who had imagined that she would have to bear the brunt of the partition by losing her parents....who ever thought that she would part ways with her love....who knew what was stored in my life?

Sitting by the window, I could sees those pages of my life turn in front of my eyes, just like I was reading a book....I could see my parents struggle, I could see my house burn down...our Om Nivas was in ruins. I could hear my family scream for life, I could feel the pain in people's voices....it was the pain of losing their loved ones....it was the pain of having to leave the only place we had known for the entire life time.

My father, Lala Ratan Kishore Sahani had decide to fight for his right to live and die in the only land he knew, he fought bravely until some coward stabbed him from behind and left him to bleed. My mother, pledged to be my father's shadow, breathe her last with him....they were no more and I had witnessed this and couldn't do anything.

The only relations I had, whom I loved and cared about were in another mess already and I had no choice but to let them in the sinking sand. Tears were running down my cheeks, can this sixteen year old, who was raised like a princess bear the pain of this cruel war?

Randheer Raizada, young man of just twenty was trying his best to rescue as many individuals as possible...he was using all his resources to meet the ends and send people to safety. I was hunting for him....in this sudden breakdown of riot, my wedding was left incomplete....I was roaming in the bridal wear, we had lost each other. I was desperately liking for him....finding him was the biggest happiness right now. The minute I found him, I was in his arms.

As the pages turned, more pain filled pages appeared. That evening surely was the culprit of all that, that was happening today. Though Randheer had found me, and took me safely to Amritsar, it was as though I was dead back in Lahore....only my body was in Amritsar, my soul was in my home, in that land from which we had to run to save our lives.

It was more than a year to the partition but the memories, rather the nightmares were fresh in my brain. Sitting in the train, trying to enjoy my life was surely a difficult task. That night, we had escaped from the streets of Lahore but we did not have any means to leave the city. We were forced to use the train back to Amrister. And that journey was to be permanently etched in my heart....

Never again did I want to travel in a train, such bad memories were imprinted. In that crowded train with no space to breathe, I felt suffocated...it was not because there was no air, it was because I felt exposed....I felt insecure....I felt unprotected.

Though deep down I knew Randheer will always protect me. I saw terrified faces, I saw faces filled with guilt of leaving behind their family, I saw faces of grief of losing their loved ones....I saw faces pale, with no interest in living any further, I saw people with blood on them, people with torn clothes....with sticks and swords in their hands, I saw children crying for their lost parents..I saw infants throwing tantrums for their mothers love....I saw things that I never wanted to see.

Standing there in the train crushed between people, I could feel my life slipping away....my Lahore going far away from me. It was just not a city for me, it was my entire life....my entire life was based on this city. I would no longer be able to proudly say Lala Ratan Kishore Sahani, Lahore ke jaane maane raes ki beti Amrit Sahani....I would no longer be able to call Lahore my city because it will never be mine anymore.

Randheer was beside me, he was holding my hands tightly....the only good thing was his support and unconditional love. His fingers were intertwined with mine....giving an assurance that we would never be separated. As the train was moving, more and more people were getting on to it, the roof was filled with people, the window railings were occupied...seats were over filled with almost twenty people sitting, the passage was jam packed with people on their foot.

Randheer had to pull me into his embrace to increase the number of people who could be accommodated....Though his reasons were very clear, I felt nice being there that way...it was soothing.

I shed all my inhibitions and with that my tears, soft cries turned to be loud sounds. How long could I build up the pain? I clutched him tightly and broke down on his chest. I had lost a lot, only people I loved were no more, the place I lived was in ruins....what would I do.

He let me cry...he held me tight and gave in the reassurance that he was always with me, by gently stroking my hair. I did not know when few minutes changed to hours....I stood there in his arms, weeping the entire journey.

By the time we reached Amritsar, I was sleeping. He stood like a mountain when I was broken...maybe it's the love. When I woke up finally, he was beside me, and his smile did all the magic. The crying and this long slumber surely put me back to the right mindframe. I hugged him tight.

"Randheer....aap mujhe chod kar kabhi nahi jayenge na.?"

"Kabhi nahi Amrit....Kabhi bhi nahi"

That word of assurance we she first step in building a new Amrit from scratch. Everyday was a challenge then after.

Slowly the pages of pain turned to sheets of happiness...the black and white pages of nightmares were now colourful...filled with dreams. Our wedding, the rituals...everything was printed in colours. I was smiling by the time the journey of my life finished.

"Mujhe pata tha ki aap purani baatein yaad kar rahi hogi....haina?"

"Haan Randheer....lekin aaj bhi unn dino ko yaad karke sirf rona aata hai....mein Kabhi bhi usse bhul nahi paungi!"

"Amrit...unn baaton ko yaad karke rona nahi hai hume! Balki unn baaton ko bhul kar aage badna hai...mein janta hu apke liye apke maa bauji khona kitna dardnak hoga lekin aaj jab veh apko dekhenge, unhe apki ankhon mein nami nahi khushi dikhni chahiye!"

"Mein khoshik kar rahi hu Randheer....issi wajah se aaj mein ek saal baad train mein aayi hu....sirf aur sirf isliye ki mein apni unn dar ko bhula saku....apke saath kuch acche pal bana saku aur inhe humesha yaad karu!"

"Toh phir kis baat ki deri?"

He had immediately pulled me into his embrace. I had got into his arms like a pics of puzzle, in the perfect place. Placing a soft kiss on my head he whispered...

"I love you Amrit....always and forever."