The biting desert wind, a relentless phantom, whipped across the parched roads of Rajasthan, carrying with it the fine, gritty sand that clung to everything. Shrishti, her mind still buzzing with the profound conversation with Ramesh, found sleep an elusive dream. The weight that had pressed upon Ramesh for six long months, a crushing burden of guilt and sorrow, had finally fractured, leaving him feeling lighter, relieved, even joyful. Yet, for Sakshi, the joy was a distant echo, drowned out by the persistent ache of missing her son, Aarav. Knowing he was safe did little to soothe the maternal longing that gnawed at her heart.
The chill of the desert night seeped into their bones, a stark contrast to the burning days. The vast, star-studded sky, a canvas of celestial brilliance, stretched overhead, the half-moon casting a pale, ethereal glow upon the desolate landscape. Sleep, a distant promise, was replaced by a restless urge to wander, to seek solace in the vast emptiness of the desert. "Ramesh," Sakshi's voice, a soft whisper against the wind, broke the silence. "I miss our son so much. I need to see him. I need to bring both Arvind and Aarav back home. I want him back with us, no matter the cost."
Ramesh, his heart aching with her pain, wrapped an arm around her, offering what comfort he could. "Sakshi, my dear, I understand. I promise you, I will find out exactly where they are staying. We will go together, and we will bring them home. We will take care of them, both of them." The recent hardships had forged a new resolve within Ramesh. The drought that had plagued their village had finally broken, the rivers and wells replenished, bringing life back to the parched land. The people, once weakened and despairing, were regaining their strength, their lives returning to a semblance of normalcy. However, the relief was tempered by tragedy. Ramesh's elder brother, Akhilesh, had fallen ill shortly after sending Arvind away. His health, already weakened by years of chewing gutka, a coarse tobacco powder, had rapidly deteriorated. In the year 1987, medical facilities were scarce in their remote region, and Akhilesh succumbed to tuberculosis, a cruel and relentless disease.
The burden of responsibility fell heavily upon Ramesh's shoulders. With Akhilesh gone, he was the sole male figure in the family, the only one capable of providing support. His elder sister, married and living elsewhere, was bound by the rigid customs of their society. In those times, a married woman's primary allegiance was to her husband's family, and her rights within her birth family were limited. While she might receive a share of her parents' inheritance, it was not guaranteed, and the prevailing belief was that her dowry served as her rightful share. This archaic system, rooted in insecurity and ignorance, denied women their rightful place within their families.
The loss of Akhilesh had transformed Ramesh. He had been forced to mature, to shoulder responsibilities he had never anticipated. He became the pillar of his family, the provider, the protector. His grief was profound, but he channeled it into a fierce determination to rebuild their lives. Meanwhile, in another part of India in Delhi, the bond between Sanyuktha and Ramakanth deepened, their love blossoming amidst the turmoil. Their shared experiences, the hardships they had faced together, had forged an unbreakable connection. Their love, once a hesitant flame, now burned with an unwavering intensity. They found solace in each other's company, their hearts entwined, their futures inextricably linked.
They decided to spend some lonely time because today the Nanny 's son was not in the house. She will be alone so Sanyuktha told Nanny Sumitra to come to the guest house where she can sleep with children and tomorrow she has the performance on the stage. Sumitra's son will be back in a week so Sanyuktha decided to spend some time together because Sumitra is the person whom she met and became friends with in this new world. It's been two months since Sanyuktha came to Delhi and she never went to the places nearby and visited anyone. Ramakanth only visited her but it's just two or three times in a month.
Sanyuktha has already given five performances with Malvika and her popularity has increased a lot. She earned a better sum of money to rent a house and take care of children. Ramakanth became headmaster in the same institute and after the case of Vish, Ramakanth started solving many cases of fraud with the help of Delhi Police. Arvind is admitted to the same school where Ramakanth is teaching. He is now in 5th standard. Gurukul Society of Education has pre school and high school in Noida which is one hour away from the place where Sanyuktha is staying. Arvind is sent to hostel for peaceful study.
This place trains students and provides the highest teaching like Gurukul teaching environment. They have to do the daily chores by themselves which also includes yoga and martial arts and spiritual teaching methods. The students have to stay in the hostel and they can visit their parents on the weekends namely Saturday and Sunday. So Arvind visits Sanyukta and twins on Friday evening and returns by Sunday afternoon.
Ramesh, driven by Sakshi's unwavering desire to reunite with Aarav, began making inquiries. He sought information from anyone who might have knowledge of Arvind's whereabouts. He knew that Arvind had gone to Delhi, but the vastness of the city made the search daunting. He wrote letters, contacted distant relatives, and sought help from anyone he thought might be able to assist him. After a week Ramesh came to know about the Arvind staying in the hostel and wrote a letter explaining the death of Arvind's Father Akhilesh,but a dead body cannot be kept for long so Ramesh only performed the rituals for his brother. When Ramesh's letter received to Arvind its already late and a ten year old boy cried whole day
Finally, after weeks of relentless searching, Ramesh received a letter. Arvind had settled in a small, unassuming neighborhood on the outskirts of Delhi. He is studying in the school named Gurukul Vidyapeeth in Noida. Ramesh also came to know about the whereabouts of Sanyukta and came to know that his son is safe and healthy. Ramesh, his heart filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation, shared the news with Sakshi. Her eyes lit up with a newfound hope, a radiant glow that had been absent for months. They decided to travel to Delhi immediately, to bring their sons home.
They packed their meager belongings, their hearts filled with the anticipation of reuniting with their children. The journey to Delhi was long and arduous, a slow, rattling train ride across the vast expanse of India. The train, a relic of a bygone era, chugged along, its rhythmic clatter a constant companion. As the train rattled through the night, Ramesh and Sakshi held hands, their thoughts filled with Aarav and Arvind. They imagined the moment they would see their sons again, the joy of holding them in their arms. They spoke of their plans for the future, of rebuilding their lives, of creating a safe and loving home for their children.
However, fate had other plans. As the train approached a small town, a sudden, violent jolt shook the carriages. The train lurched, swayed, and then, with a deafening crash, derailed. The night was filled with screams, the sound of metal twisting and shattering. In the chaos that followed, Ramesh and Sakshi were thrown from their seats, their bodies battered and broken. The train, a mangled wreck of steel and wood, lay scattered across the tracks. Amidst the wreckage, amidst the cries of the injured and dying, Ramesh and Sakshi lay still, their journey tragically cut short.
News of the train accident reached their village, casting a pall of grief over the already sorrowful community. The loss of Ramesh and Sakshi was a devastating blow, a cruel twist of fate that left their family and friends reeling. In Delhi, Arvind, unaware of the tragedy, continued to care for Aarav, his heart filled with the hope of a better future. He had no idea that his parents were on their way, that they would never reach him. Sanyuktha and Ramakanth, deeply affected by the tragedy, decided to honor the memory of Ramesh and Sakshi by creating a sanctuary for children who had lost their parents. They established an orphanage, a haven for those who had been orphaned by fate. They named it "Sanya Cooperative Society," a tribute to Sanyuktha's unwavering compassion and Ramakanth's dedication.
The orphanage became a beacon of hope in the region, a place where orphaned children could find shelter, love, and support. Sanyuktha and Ramakanth poured their hearts into caring for the children, providing them with food, clothing, education, and, most importantly, a sense of belonging. They created a family, a community of love and resilience, where the children could heal from their past traumas and build a brighter future. The story of Ramesh and Sakshi, though marked by tragedy, became a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of the human spirit. Their legacy lived on in the children of Sanya Cooperative Society, a living testament to their unwavering devotion to family and their unwavering hope for a better future.
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