Chapter 12: Rotis, Ghee, and a Wife’s Worry
“She got up early that day and made a pile of rotis, packed loads of lehsun and achaar.”
That’s the kind of pyaar wives show here—food for the journey, enough for das log. Tired or not, she’d never send him empty-handed.
Jitendra told everyone, voice full of aansu.
Every word hit the neighbours’ dil.
If there’s tragedy in this duniya, yeh sabse bada hai.
A loving couple, torn apart in a pal, kabhi mil na sake.
This dukh shook the gaon. Many men working outside rushed home in dar, wanting to save their parivar.
They feared Shyam would come back from the maran, or worse.
Some lit extra diyas, mothers tied kala dhaaga on their bacche’s wrists, bas, just in case.
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