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Sannata keh raha
Saara sheher sunaa hai
Seene mein ghutan si
Dil bhi bas dhadakta yahaan
Iss tarah se tera milna hai humko
Jaise mil rahi ho khushbu ghata ko
Khairiyat pucho, kabhi toh kaifiyat pucho
Tumhare bin deewane ka kya haal hai
Dil mera dekho, na meri haisiyat pucho
Tumhare bin deewane ka kya haal hai
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Author's pov
The warm, golden hues of the setting sun draped the village in a soft glow as Devi made her way back to the small hut where her mother waited.
The evening air carried a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the tense days that had unfolded since the villagers had found the two injured strangers.
The rhythm of the village life persisted, cattle being led back to their pens, children laughing and playing, and the earthy scent of freshly cooked food mingling with the distant aroma of wildflowers.
Pushing aside the makeshift curtain of their wood house, Devi stepped inside.
The comforting smell of spices and freshly cooked food welcomed her, wrapping her in a familiar embrace.
Her mother, kalyani, stood near the clay stove, her hands deftly stirring a pot of bubbling stew.
Her face was lined with both fatigue and determination, a testament to the endless days of caring for the injured strangers.
Maa Sa turned slightly, her senses keen to Devi's presence even without seeing her.
"Devi, tu aa gayi? Did you get the herbs from the forest?"
she asked, her voice soft yet carrying an edge of urgency that had become a constant in the past few days.
Devi nodded, her hands diving into her cloth bag as she pulled out a carefully tied bundle of freshly plucked herbs.
"Yes, Maa , I got them just like you asked. Here they are," she said, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.
Maa Sa took the herbs, her eyes quickly scanning the bundle, inspecting their quality.
"Chalo acha h . Mere haath toh masalon se bhare hain, tu jaa aur ye dawa us bacchi ke zakhmon par laga aa," she instructed, handing Devi the herbs with a slight nod.
Devi took them, her thoughts lingering on the unconscious girl lying in one of the small huts at the edge of the village.
"Thik hai, Maa, m jaati hu" she replied, but there was a weight in her voice, a desire to understand more about the girl and her situation.
Pausing for a moment, she finally asked, "Maa, how is that woman now? Ab unki tabiyat kaisi hai?"
Maa Sa's face softened with a mixture of sympathy and worry. She sighed deeply as she placed the herbs into a nearby bowl, readying them for use.
"Bechari bacchi... She's better than before, but when she came, her condition was delicate. Her wounds were deep, but thank God, none of her internal organs were damaged. If she had lost any more blood or had come a little later, it might have been too late. That storm nearly took her life," she explained, her voice tinged with a mother's natural empathy.
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