God is good ...

- Crimewatch-Mahesh Yagnik

- 'This Keshav is a craftsman. I will make a well thought out plan for you. I will make you my queen by removing the black thorn anyway. Gentleman Promise! '

Preparations were still underway to become a re-front. At that time the Sabarmati river had a completely different shape. When the water receded, the sun shone in the sand. The only settlement of many families whose capital was labor was on the east bank of the Sabarmati. The hustle and bustle of life was seen in the huts, half raw and half lined. For these families, who live happily in summer and winter, the monsoon days come with a bang. The huts at the far end of the river were not at all worried about the roof dripping in the monsoon, but they had to wake up worried about what would happen if the floods came.

"This government is very weak. No one cares what the poor man eats .. 'One rainy evening Kamala was standing at the door of her hut. Adoad of her hut was Farida's hut. Neighbor Farida also came out and approached Kamala. Kamala was screaming with pain in her voice. 'After hearing the price of mugni dal, he gets dizzy and loots vegetables under the pretext of rain! What to do in such a situation? '

"What happens if I have to fill my stomach?" Farida also retaliated. 'The price of mugi dal is such that it does not go down well. Who to complain to? ' He looked up at the sky. This rain drinks blood like flour swallowed in poverty. In the evening I went to get some vegetables. Move the onion to fifty rupees.

At the same time, Kankudosi, who lived in a hut a short distance away, arrived. "Ali Kali, when your groom comes, tell him to take my buck with him and teach him something." Shaking his head in frustration, he babbled. "Thirty-five-year-olds waste money in pockets instead of earning money."

'I'll talk to him when he comes.' Kamala arrested Dosi. Kankudosi proceeded to the front huts.

The jaundice was very dark so the neighbors used to call it black instead of jaundice. The naive and naive Kamala didn't mind. For these families, who lived in fifty-six huts on the far side of the river, the struggle for bread and butter began from the time the sun rose every day. How to live was a huge challenge for him. For a person struggling with that challenge, a black person would say that such a thing as white was secondary.

After going to Kankudosi, Farida looked at Kamala's hut and asked. 'Mr. Wireman hasn't arrived yet?'

Kamala's husband Keshav was a wireman. Learned to work as an electrician and worked with a contractor for the last five years. It was rugged and colorful. Hearing Farida's question, Kamala said frankly. 'Seth has got a big job in a factory in Changodar. Fifteen-twenty grandfathers will run. If Knight is to be dragged, then Seth has arranged to stay there. ' Thirty-year-old Kamala's voice mingled with pain. 'I don't care. He didn't even call once when Dada went to the pier last month. It doesn't matter if I live or die. Earnings means giving as much money as you want to run a house. He didn't know how to make a phone call for five minutes out of fifteen to ask for the distance. '

After relieving his pain, he asked Farida sympathetically. "Did Tara Sethe send money or not?"

Gori and Rupali Farida's husband Salman had been leaving her for three months and moving to Meerut. Farida was earning lightly by doing sewing job work. Listening to Kamala's question, Babdi sighed with hatred. The bastard said he would send the money in a day or two. It is better to send the futures soon. I don't have a job right now, so I'm in trouble, I'm running out of money. '

Eighty Muslim families lived in these fifty huts in such a way that when the whole of Ahmedabad was engulfed in communal violence, Anil and Abdul were eating here on a plate.

The next afternoon, when Kamala was asleep, Keshav came home. 'Seth's car was coming so he came for an hour.' Kamala was staring questioningly so Cashway explained. 'Seth had some work in the income tax office so he came to his bungalow from Changodar. Then Seth went to the income tax office. He told me it would be an hour, so I came home. ' He added with a laugh. 'Asking you.'

'What do I have to do? This rain has drunk blood. Else, no problem. ' After giving so many answers, Kamala saw Keshav's metaphorical jar and asked in surprise. 'What is this? For whom? '

'Hey black! For you .. 'Cashway slapped him on the head. ‘Mixft is jam. Understand that a variety of fruit marmalade. This jar came in the scheme of printing coupons to Seth's Barry.

That fat buffalo doesn't eat like that. Today I went to her bungalow so she gave it to me. Say take it. Your wife will be happy. ' He handed the jar to Kamala and explained. ‘There are still six days of heavy rain forecast. When there are no vegetables in the house, eat it with bread. The children of all the Sethloks eat this jam along with the bread. You try. It will be fun. '

After stopping for an hour, Keshav returned.

Drizzle started in the evening. The torrential downpour broke at night. The morning sky was so overcast that no one knew when it would stop. The road outside the hut was soaked with water. The sky kept raining all day. The people who had TV in the hut informed the people around that it was raining heavily everywhere and it would be like this for another five days. On the third day in the afternoon when the rain slowed down the jaundice came out. No lorry of vegetables was seen. She bought two big packets of bread and a bag of milk and came back immediately. That evening the lights went out.

Suddenly there was a scream outside in the dark and Kamala came to the door. Farida also came out in panic. Four men, like the protagonist of the hut, were shouting and warning everyone. 'Water has been released from Dharoi dam, so stay awake. The water in the river will rise at any time of the night. By morning, the water will seep into the house. Kamala also broke into the house and went to work.

By nine o'clock in the morning, the heady odor had penetrated into the huts. All the huts were disturbed by helplessness, but no one had a solution.

The roaring water was slowly still rising. After eleven o'clock, the water stopped flowing and everyone came to life. All efforts were made to dispose of the water without food or drink.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Kamala's body was breaking down due to fatigue. Kamala was lying horizontally on the bed when Farida came inside in the dark. Farida sat down next to him. 'Black, my condition is worse. I have been on the water since morning. ' Farida's voice was full of helplessness. 'There was enough flour to make two loaves of bread. Rice or mug grains are not in the house. That move will no longer send money on the pretext of rain .. 'he smiled faintly. "I was thinking of carrying a lantern or a candle, but I'm so crazy. If the whole house was lit up in the light, there was nothing to eat, so where to put it in the dark?"

As she spoke, Kamala felt sorry for her. Seeing Farida like a beauty, a storm of thoughts was blowing in her mind. How could her husband have survived leaving such a beautiful young woman? Why would he have fled to Meerut instead of finding some work in Ahmedabad? She knew Salman as a neighbor. Why would all these men be like that? Doesn't he have anything in mind when he runs away from home after marriage?

There was no treasure in his house. Still, Kamala gently placed her hand on Farida's shoulder. 'Don't worry. I'm sitting. I will give you half a loaf of bread. ' She got out of bed. An entire packet of bread was safe. How will this Bapadi hungry Lukhi eat bread in the morning? With that question, he remembered the jar of jam. Cashway gave, then he himself did not touch it. "Take this." He handed Farida a packet of bread and a jar of jam with sympathy. Then he added with a laugh. 'Put jam on the bread and eat it like Tess and then sleep comfortably ..'

While taking a jar of bread and jam from the naive woman, Farida's face was full of guilt as she stared at her innocent face. The mind was in excruciating pain. Last month, Kamala went to the pier for a fortnight, during which Bapadi's world was looted. The culprit was his own. Keshav used to come to his hut every night after giving permission.

'Farida! After so much cohabitation, I can't live without you anymore .. I have no idea what to do with Kali now, but remember what I am saying! ' On the fifteenth day Cashway came into a frenzy and promised. 'This Keshav is a craftsman. I will make a well thought out plan for you. I will make you my queen by removing the black thorn anyway. Gentleman Promise! '

Keshav, who was lying in bed under the shed of Changodar factory, was still awake. It was raining outside. Hearing the sound of water falling on the leaves of the shed, a smile returned on his lips. Very good .. Manoman babbled. Farida's beautiful face was shining in front of her eyes.

If the rains continue like this, Kali will not get vegetables..he will eat the same jam with bread or bread..Kanu, who was working in an agricultural drug store, was his best friend. Kanu gave this odorless medicine when he was very tired. While giving it, he said that this medicine is the strongest, even four teaspoons of medicine is enough for an elephant.

After mixing ten teaspoons in a jar of jam, Keshav was relaxed .. he would eat black jam .. then a party with Farida for the rest of his life .. seeing Farida's white face in the pouring rain

At that time the hungry Farida of the morning broke down like Akrantia on bread and jam!