Resumo de Smoldering Stones - Daljit Khankhana

When I had my relations with them those were defamed in our society. Everyone objected me and reminded that I am a foolish child who is seeking them unlawfully serving. We blamed others when someone is behavioral defaulted or their attitude was not trust worthy. It was my beneficiary experience later when I grown up. I was studying in my last year in Bachelor of Arts. I was preparing my last exam of English.
Suddenly, a very heart touching incident occurred in my life that has been changed my entire living pattern. Today was Vaisakhi. (A Day when tenth Guru established a New Religious Army, Khalsa), It is accepted a scared day in Punjab and every Sikh celebrated in their regard of equality, fraternity, regard and honour.
There is temple in the center of my Village. Every village person was busy in his or her belief to serve respectfully. Very near to this place two landlord family?s son had their sexual relationship with a lower caste girl. When their Mum came back from farm that was two miles away from home, as soon she opened the door, two boys and a girl were mischievously naked celebration in the middle of their home yard. When she opened the door, she watched them surprisingly and shut the door disgustfully.
She went back to the farm and brought her husband back to home. It is very usual aspect in India. It wasn?t in my mind that lower caste people has no dignity in farming profession.
In the evening my friend came to me and he told me and asked to burn a candle in the temple. When we went together, he told me that story, how a landlord insulted that adolescent girl and blamed a prostitute in the gathering of three hundreds villagers and beaten her badly. Everyone was watching quietly, No body raised their voice. First time I realized that I am going to spend my life in this helpless community. I was frightened. A child can make a mistake. Adolescent age is innocent age. It is duty of adults to show them a right path. When we came back home it seemed me as someone insulted and tortured me. My soul got unrest. I had no sleep in that night.
I forget to prepare my subject, I wrote my first storybook within fifteen days and published.
Everyone read that book in my village. Landlord family tried hard to kill me. My family wasn?t so sound that can protect me but at this challengeable time those contacts protected me they were blaming defamed in our society.People were thinking they are scoundrel, but I always remembered them and worshipping their friendship Today?s my life is their gift.

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