Cuda's Revolutionary life (Episode 2 - Are you Himarah?)
"I
never thought Hanjarjah is such a muddle" Cuda exclaimed as she got out
the train. Coming to Hanjarjah was a big and treacherous decision. She
could still not overlook the look on her mother’s face when she confessed it to
her.
She
bore a big black turban and black rough material, which her father told were
the estimated clothes of the workers of Sharukop.
"Get
into a habit with all this mess, trust me, the first time I got here, I assumed
I was dreaming the vilest of my dreams" he tripped over a can but erected
himself as soon.
He
then bid her a goodbye saying that they will meet only if the fates wanted them
to. To Cuda’s sudden realization it occurred to her, as she saw her father go,
that she won’t be seeing her kith and kin for a long while.
Cuda
quietly stepped at the backside of the washrooms in anticipation of seeing a
woman after a long journey with men all around her. Conversely, a man in a big
turban, who was lighting a cigarette sat there, he coughed and adjusted himself
as he saw Cuda, but again got to his work. Cuda thought that it was the wrong
place so she turned back.
Now the man
whispered, looking down ‘Excuse me, sir, I was looking for a young boy who is
new here and yes, he is from Sharukop, his name is Cud. Please let me know if
you have seen him’
Fear rose
in Cuda, her whole body froze, neither could she move nor could she speak a
word. The man now rose on his feet and came closer to Cuda. He hid his face in
a cloth and gave a stern look to her. ‘It would be way too better if you try to
hide your fear here, Cuda.’ He spoke in a women’s voice. ‘Hurry on now, change to
your clothes we need to leave with the crowd that comes with the next train’
Cuda felt
at ease and asked ‘Aren’t you Himarah?’
Himarah
whispered furiously ‘Don’t ever try to take my real name when we’re in public,
call me Hema instead’
Cuda hurried to a dark blue ankle-length gown and so did Himarah. They got out of the station with a crowd that came with the next train and came to a ghastly cottage, near the station...
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