A creaking sound and a gush of chill
wind hailed pleasant on her stifled and depressed feeling as she opened the
main gate after three weeks. Amid fears of a sudden blast of pepper or tear gas
shell, she peeped on the street. There were merely few auto rickshaw on a road,
but people were out as the ants come out of their holes when drizzling showed
up after long and unbearable scorching sun. After three weeks of house arrest,
clampdowns and bore to death and tears life without having medical, any
connection to the outside world, cut off all internet and communication
curfew was relieved for the single day. People were hurriedly managing their
groceries and medical as everyone smelling the reactive riot and retaliation
which will follow the curfew again.
Meerab jawan
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‘How
miserable and depressing it is to survive in curfew in the city, it only can be
sensed by the people who suffer it,’ she sighed.
Her
mother had been crying with pain as her kidney operation was postponed after Indian government
‘Should
I go or not?’ She thought and checked her mobile, leaving the near
medical store, in hope to get few signals but the connection was still on
curfew. Medicines were short and charged higher due to curfew, but she had no
choice.
‘Schools
will be open tomorrow. Any absent teacher will have to face full salary
deduction or she may expel,’ Himani Singh, the principal of “Hari Singh Public
School” managed to deliver her a message yesterday. Van driver mostly doesn’t
show up on days of mess in the city.
‘No
salary!’ How I’ll manage the chaos and bills next month. Grocery is also
finished and available on the higher rate,’ she thought and signaled the
auto-rickshaw.
‘Rs
‘It’s
too much…,’
‘We’re
daily earners and it’s been weeks that we’re out of work or any penny. All main
roads are blocked with wires and we’ve to look for alternate long routes.
People call Kashmir heaven on earth but its worst than hell to breath in this
Indian cursed valley. I wish I could bear another side of the control line and
could live in peace,’ rickshaw driver was not ready to bargain and Meerab had
not enough money to ride.
‘Hurry
up! My wife is in labor pains. We’ve to be there on time. I hope we’ll find
less security checks and few doctors in the hospital,’ just than a troubled man
appeared, sat on rickshaw and guided him to start.
‘I
should go on foot. It’s just 15 minutes walk, I guess,’ she decided to walk
when she knew in Kashmir or India; it was a risk for any woman to spot on
alone.
Now
she was almost running aside as if she stops,
then an eagle would prey on her.
The main road was sloping higher at every inch. It was hard for her to breathe
now. At last, she could see the school board from far. At normal days this road
is overcrowded with vehicles and pedestrians as “Hari Singh public school” was
a renowned school of the town. It was situated in mounted and posh area of the
town. In recent years, many Hindus were provided the opportunity to buy land at
cheap on posh areas of Indian occupied Kashmir to alter the ratio of Muslims to
Hindus in Muslim majority state. Her principal, Himmani Singh, who claimed
herself an ancestor of Mahrajah
‘Stop,
where are you going?’ an Army man was gazing at her deep. Her heart stopped
beating.
‘I’m
a teacher… I’m going to school,’ she thought that she would collapse down with
fear....
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