Kechamatir Gondh Novel Part-5.

Mani, that day the young satradhikar was killed in CRPF firing and said that satradhikari was injured. That's none other than my college friend Pradeep Mahanta. From an early age he had an independent mind. I used to visit their homes often when I was in college. In the heart of my father, Satradhikar Rudreshwar Mahanta, who wants to taste freedom, I have heard many valuable things for the country, for the life, for the soul. Which I am going to feel today. I used to travel to many places for political reasons when I did not marry you, i once had a good relationship with that house. Pradeep's parents thought of me as their son. Not only did he think, he gave love and advice and also ruled. "You didn't even tell me these things. '

"There was no need to say. Today it is "Where did you come from? Was there any meeting?'

"It was a condolence meeting. On behalf of our association, we pray to God for the well-being of the soul of the young Satradhikar Pradeep Mahanta. '

"I understand. You may not have known the man on duty. I am talking about those things to Myra. He was a close friend of mine. Today's writing was a time when our responsibilities were heavy. Wow, sit down. Let's talk a little about their home, about my father. On some date of a month around 42 or 43, we mean Pradeep and I, who are considered martyrs today, were going to their house from a secret meeting. But someone showed it to us. We didn't know or hear the sound of the military car coming behind us. But it was only when we heard the car closer to us and we were told that pakrao pakrao pakrao was the military car.  necessary to say. Everyone in that mahant's family's house had national consciousness. It was a symbol of ideals. Even though he was high in the lineage, he mingled with the general public. While in the college hostel, I mingled with that friend's generous fearless mind. We used to address many political meetings. On hearing our speeches, the people shouted. Many regretted the Manikanchan connection. But with the passage of time, everything is lost. ... Have you come to the world?'

"Yes, father. '

"Where did you come from? Was there any meeting?'

"It was a condolence meeting. On behalf of our association, we pray to God for the well-being of the soul of the young Satradhikar Pradeep Mahanta. '

"I understand. You may not have known the man on duty. I am talking about those things to Myra. He was a close friend of mine. Today's writing was a time when our responsibilities were heavy. Wow, sit down. Let's talk a little about their home, about my father. On some date of a month around 42 or 43, we mean Pradeep and I, who are considered martyrs today, were going to their house from a secret meeting. But someone showed it to us. We didn't know or hear the sound of the military car coming behind us. But it was only when we heard the car closer to us and we were told that pakrao pakrao pakrao was the military car. 

We were very busy. Yet I ran to save myself. They also ran after us. And at one point I heard loud noises. I was shot in my left leg. I fell to the ground. There was heavy blood flowing from the left leg. Pradeep grabbed me and cried. I advised him to run away, but he didn't leave me. His neck was torn and tied to the bullet site. The clothes blew out of blood. I looked at his face in silence. I forgot about the pain. We were surrounded by about ten or twelve military men. While watching, Pradeep put his hands on both hands. I was picked up by two of them and taken to the car. Our voice stopped. At one point I was admitted to the medical college and Pradeep was taken to some jail. As I left, I just looked at both of them and winked. Six months later, I'm from the medical college.

I first went straight to Pradeep's house with the bullet-ridden leg. That day I was respected by everyone like Veer. Satradhikar Rudreshwar's father did not inform which jail Pradeep had been kept in till then. I didn't think about my caste, but he was an Assamese child. At that moment Pradeep was forgotten. Hearing all the words of Pradeep in my mouth, all of them rolled their eyes in pain. I was not fortunate enough to see that lamp again. This is the game of life struggle. We both participated together in the freedom struggle. My left leg is gone. And Pradeep? Pradeep went missing forever. Today, he has once again become a new martyr in the foreigners' expulsion movement in Assam. In a helpless and unassuming manner, Biswajit stared at Ajay Baruah's face.