K.G.F

Ch 6

The blacks clouds over the Kolar Gold Fields symbolizes the fate of their people, Guards beating some of them,people were scared no one dared to chin up.

Guards on the Tower, Guards on the main gate, every every where, those monsters were so cruel. If a mistake is made the respond will be Death only death.

'We are 20,000 people, and there are only 200 Guards why can't we fight against them.' Farmaan said to Vithal,

'Do you think we'll be able to fight them back? Don't you remember your father?' Vithal the old man spoke. Farmaan closed his eyes, he saw his father to get shot infront of his own eyes when he tried to fight back.

'To fight monster you need need... a Satan ' the mad storyteller ran away saying this.

'Start praying to the Demon as God is not Going to save us' he spoke as he ran way in the thin gali's KGF

Farmaan was angry, all he wanted was freedom for him, his mother and the People of KGF. They were living a terrible life, they didn't had any option except for slavery they got a fistful of Rice in return. The condition of Women were even worse giving birth and then working in the next shift. Hell was better than this place.

'Maa I am hungry' the little boy spoke to his mother and his mother nodded in No, Farmaan looked down this was not a new story for him,he saw it almost everyday.

'Farmaan, farmaan eat your food and then go to the mine.' Fatima Amma Farmaan's mother called him, farmaan gestured the little boy to come, he offered the plate to him. Farmaan's mother looked at her son and cursed her fate as a mother she failed, she couldn't protect her own child and they ended up here.

Farmaan left to the mine, thinking when will the sun of slavery end and the sun of freedom will rise.

The people were sad sitting around bonfire cursing their fate,the guards refused to give them food today again.

'Veer Maa ki kok se Janma ek veer
Jisse na chinta maut ki na hi andakar ki,
Yayega iss nark mein tode ga uss papi ki pit,
Kale Badal hatenge, ugega Naya Suraj, Ravan ki Lanka mein arambh hogi Ram rajya ki rit'

'A warrior was Born from the womb of a warrior mother,
Who wasn't scared of death nor of darkness
Will come to this hell and break the spine of that sinister
The black clouds will be clear and a new morning will begin
There will be rituals of Ram's Kingdom in Ravan's Lanka '

The mad storyteller said this giving a little hope to the people.

'Woh kab Ayega ?' A kid asked

'When will he come?'

The mad storyteller looked at the sky as if he was trying to find his answer.

'Mama I am leaving tomorrow' Rocky said and turned to leave to his room

'Raja I have cancer.' Rocky stopped at his tracks his world crashed all of a sudden, Mama was only one family he had, someone to call his own. Rocky's grandmother died of cancer, his mother and now his Mama maybe it was something hereditary.

'Raja magale doesn't know about it, and I will never tell her she has no one in this world except for me.' Prakash said and Rocky was patiently listening.