सती

More than two centuries have passed, But Chintadevi's name goes on. In a rugged place of Bundelkhand, even today, thousands of men and women come to worship Chintadevi. On that day this uninhabited place reverberates with pleasant songs, mounds and crates are embellished with colourful dresses of remains. The temple of the Goddess is built on a very high mound. A red waving flag appears on his urn from far away. The temple is so small that it can barely contain two men simultaneously. There is no statue inside, only a small altar remains. The stone is alive from the bottom to the temple. No one should fall down in the crowd, so the wall of living remains on both sides. The concern here Was sati; But according to folklore, she did not sit on the pyre with her dead husband. Her husband stood with folded arms, But she did not even look at him. She was persecuted with her soul, not with her husband-body. The husband had nobody on that pyre, his dignity was being consumed. Kalpi is a small town on the banks of Yamuna. Concern was the daughter of a heroic Bundle of the same city. His mother had passed the hereafter in her childhood. The burden of his upbringing fell on the father. It was a time of struggle, the warriors did not have time to open their waist, they would feed on horseback and take snaps on jean itself. Childhood of anxiety was cut with his father in the summer. The father would hide him in a lair or under the cover of a tree and go to the field. Worry would build and spoil the earthen forts, sitting at a low price. He was a householder, his dolls did not cover him. She used to make soldiers' squads and made them stand on the battlefield. Sometimes his father would not return even in the evening, But the worry was not even touched by fear. Hungry and thirsty would remain seated overnight in a secluded place. He had never heard the stories of Mongoose and Jackal. She became an idealist after listening to the heroic stories of the heroes, and that too through the mouths of the warriors. Once, for three days, worry did not get news of his father. She was sitting in a hilltop in her mind, making a fort which the enemy could not know like any other. Throughout the day, she would think of the map of the same fort and at night dream of the same fort. On the third day, many of his father's comrades came and started crying in front of him. Anxiety astonished and asked — where his Grandfather? Why do you guys cry Nobody answered it? They started crying loudly. Worried that his father found heroism. Not a single drop of tears fell from that thirteen-year-old girl's eyes, the face did not melt at all, Not even a sigh came out. He laughed and said - If they found heroism, then why do you cry? Who else can die for the warriors? What more can be awarded for his bravery than this? This is an opportunity to rejoice, not to cry. A soldier said in a worried voice - We are worried about you. Where will you live now? Anxiety said seriously - Do not worry about it, Dada! I am my father's daughter. Whatever they did, I will do the same. mine He laid down his life to free the motherland from the claws of the enemies. I have the same ideal in front of me. Go and take care of your men. the one for me Manage horse and weapons. God wants you, you will not find me behind anyone, but if I see me retreating, then the sword To put an end to this life with one hand. This is my request to you. Go, don't delay now. The soldiers were not surprised to hear these brave words of concern. Yes, they did doubt whether the gentle girl would be able to keep her resolve. Five years passed. Chintadevi's attack sat in the entire province. Enemies were uprooted. He was a living idol of Vijay, seeing him standing in front of arrows and bullets, soldiers used to get excited. How do they step back in front of him? If the Komalangi girl moves forward, which man will turn back! The valour of warriors becomes invincible in front of beauties. The words of Ramani are secret messages of surrender to warriors. One of his speeches makes masculinity flow even among the cowards. The image of worry - Kirti punished his army by dragging the rooks from all over, and the life-biting eyebrows came from all around and hovering over this flower. Among these warriors, there was also a young Rajput named Ratnasinh. In this way, all the soldiers of concern were rich in swords; Those who gave life to the matter, those who jumped at the fire at his behest, even after getting his orders, would have to break the stars of the sky. But Ratnasinh was the greatest. Worry also loved him in his heart. Ratnasinh was not arrogant, blunt or arrogant like other heroes. And people used to say their words very loudly and express their self-praise, their language would not stop. Whatever they would do, to show concern. His goal was not his duty, he was worried. Whatever Ratna Singh does, in a calm manner. It was far from praising him, even if he killed a lion, not even discussed it Would do His modesty and humility were confronting the limits of hesitation. There was a luxury in the love of others; But renunciation and tenacity in Ratnasinh's love. And people slept sweetly; But Ratnasinh used to spend the night counting the stars, and everyone thought in his heart that worry would be mine, only Ratnasinh was disappointed, and therefore he was neither hostile nor raga. Seeing others chirping in front of him, he would be surprised at their eloquence, his frustration getting even denser. Sometimes he would get angry at his business, why did God deprive him of the qualities that fascinate the mind of the queen? Who will ask him? Who knows his mood? But he used to remain annoyed in his mind. She did not have the ability to show off. More than half the night had passed. Anxiety was resting in his camp. The soldiers were also gaffed after eating some hard food. There was a dense forest ahead. Across the jungle, a group of enemies were camping. Concern was running after getting news of his arrival. He had decided to attack the enemies in the morning. He believed that the enemies would not know about my arrival, But this was his illusion. A man of his army was joined by enemies. The news here used to reach there regularly. He hatched a conspiracy to get rid of the anxiety, appointing three courageous soldiers to assassinate him. Like all three animals Suddenly, he crossed the forest and stood under the cover of trees and started thinking, which is the camp of concern? The whole army was sleeping badly, due to which they had little doubt in the achievement of their work. They came out of the cover of trees, and crawled like a crocodile on the ground and walked towards the camp of anxiety. The entire army slept badly, the guards were exhausted due to being exhausted and exhausted. Only one creature was sitting behind the camp shrinking from the cold. This was Ratnasinh. Today he did not do anything new. In the camps, his nights were spent sitting behind the camp of worry like this. Finding the dead, he took out the sword and stood up in astonishment. See, three men are bowing down. now, what to do? If there is noise, then there is a panic in the army, And in the dark, people will attack each other and die among themselves. Here the fear of life in confronting three soldiers alone. There was no opportunity to think more. It had the power to decide the warriors without delay; Immediately pulled the sword, and broke on all three of them. Swords continued to splash for several minutes. Then silence fell. On the other hand, the three of them fell down in a hurry, and this too was stunned by wounds. Concern arose in the morning, then found the four soldiers lying on the ground. He felt angry Going near, saw the lives of the three invaders Had left; But Ratnasinh was breathing. The whole incident was understood. Feminism won over heroism. The eyes with which not a single drop of tears had fallen on the death of the father, the tears of tears came from those eyes. He put Ratnasinh's head on his thigh and put Jayamal in his neck in a swayamvara composed in the heart. Neither Ratnasinh's eyes were opened for a month, nor was her eyes closed for worry. Worry would not go away from him for even a moment. Neither was there any care for our area nor was it worried about the growing number of enemies. She had sacrificed all her personalities on Ratnasinh. Ratnasingh's eyes opened after the entire month had passed. Seen, the bed is lying there, and worry is standing in front of the fan. He said in a weak voice - Worry, give me the fan, you are suffering. The heart of anxiety was experiencing the unbroken, immense happiness of heaven at this time. A month ago, the dilapidated body, sitting at the head of the place, wept with despair, seeing Ahlaad as she was speaking, was not open to her. He said in affection and sweet voice - Prannath, if it is suffering, what is happiness, I do not know. 'Prannath', this speech had the power of a unique mantra. Ratnasingh's eyes glowed. Chronic posture became enlightened, a new life arose in the veins, and that life was so beautiful. There was so much enthusiasm, so much melody, so much joy and so much compassion. Ratnasinh's limbs began to flutter. He began to experience supernatural might in his arms. It seemed as if he could head the whole world, fly to the sky, rip the mountains. For a moment he had such fulfilment, as if all his desires have been fulfilled, and he does not want anything from anyone; Perhaps even seeing Shiva standing in front, he will turn his face away, will not ask for any boon. He no longer had any desire for any substance, any substance. He was proud, as if happier than that, Ratnasinh wished to get up and said - No Siddha is attained. Worry had not yet completed his sentence that he said in the same context - Yes, you had to suffer torture despite me. Anxiety lashed Ratnasinh with soft hands and said - You did not do penance for this achievement. Why do you lie You were only protecting an abla. If I had another woman in my place, you would still He would protect him from death. I believe it I tell you the truth, I pledged to be a lifelong Brahmacharini; But your self-realization broke my vow. I have been raised in the arms of warriors; My heart may be devoted to the feet of the same Purusimha, who can play the life. There is not even a little value in my eyes of the rage of villains, the appearance of goons and the stalking of funds. I only see his gimmick like a show. In your heart, I have found true emancipation, and your maid has become, not since today, for many days. It was Prannoy's first night. There was silence all around. Only desires were waving in the hearts of both lovers. The moonlight was strewn all around, and the bride and groom were mourning in her smile. The news came that an army of enemies moved towards the fort. Anxiety was shocked; Ratnasingh stood up and took the sword hanging from the peg. Anxiety looked at him with a look of affection and affection and said - send some men there, why do you need to go? Putting the gun on his shoulder, Ratnasinh said - I am afraid that this time they are coming in large numbers. Worry, then I will also go. 'No, I hope, those people will not be able to stay. I am in the same attack I will uproot the steps. It is God's wish that we have a victory night and night! ' 'Don't know why the mind is getting broken. Don't want to let go! ' Ratnasingh bewailed at this simple, unending request and embraced the worry and said - I will return till morning, darling! Anxiety put tears in her husband's throat and said tears in her eyes - I am afraid you will return in a long time. My mind will be with you Go but keep sending news every day. I fall on your feet, thinking of opportunity and attacking. It is your habit that enemies get mad on seeing them, and they break downplaying on their lives. My request to you is to look at the opportunity and work. Go show your face the way you show your back. The heart of anxiety was growing bitter. Previously, there was only the dominion of conquest and longing, now the dominion of indulgence and longing. The same Virbala, who thundered like a lioness and shook the hearts of the enemies, was becoming so weak today that when Ratnasinh rode on the horse, you Due to the skilful wish, the mind was doing the wishes of the Goddess. She kept looking at him until he hid in trees, then climbed the highest bastion of the fort, and stared for hours on the same side. There was nothing, the hills had ever hidden Ratnasinh in its grip, But the anxiety felt like he was going to the front. When Usha's iron image started peeping from the cover of trees, her fascination fell into oblivion. It turned out that there is zero everywhere. She came down from the weeping turret, and started crying, covering the bed. There were barely a hundred men with Ratnasinh; But all the rubbish, despising opportunity and numbers, enemies of their lives! The horses used to be raised, filled with violas, singing a heroic-full post, 'Banky Teri cog soldier, its shame. Nothing works, no shield is wasted. Keep in mind, the soldier is not your teacher. Its shame The hills were echoing with these heroic voices. The top of the horses was giving rhythm. Even as the night passed, the sun opened its red eyes and started showering its golden hues on these heroes. At the same time, the army of the enemies appeared on a hill in a gory light. Ratnasinha bowed his head, suppressed the disconnected heart, used to go backward at a slow pace. The step used to go forward, But the mind used to retreat. today For the first time in life, the anxieties kept him apprehensive. Who knows what the end of the fight will be? The memories of the heaven and happiness that he had come from, were mourning his heart out of memory; Missed anxious eyes of concern; And Ji wanted, turn the horse's tail behind. The reaction of the enemy was getting weaker, suddenly a Sardar came near and said - Brother, see, the enemy is encamped on the high hill. What is your opinion now? It is our desire to immediately attack them. Gaffed, the parts will stand. By delay, they too will be able to handle and then the matter will become fragile. There will not be less than one thousand. Ratnasingh looked at the enemy with worried eyes and said - Yes, you know. A soldier should be attacked Gemstone. -As you wish. Think more, the number is higher. Soldier, I don't care. We have defeated large armies with this. Gemstone. -This is true; But it is not right to jump into the fire. Soldier, brother, what do you say? The life of a soldier is only to jump into the fire. It is late for your order, then to see our life. Gemstone. - Now we are very tired. It is good to rest a bit. Soldier, not brother; If all of them get our call, then it will be amazing. Gemstone. - Then attack. In an instant, the warriors raised horse-gardens, and the weaponry captured the enemy army; But on arriving at the hill, these people had speculated about it, it was false. He was not only vigilant, but he was also preparing to attack the fort itself. When these people saw them coming, they realized that there was a mistake; But now what was the option except to face it. Still, he was not disappointed. He had no doubt with a skilled warrior like Ratnasinh. He had conquered his battle skills on even more difficult occasions. Is he not his Jauhar today? Will show All eyes were searching for Ratnasinh, But he did not know anywhere. Where have you gone? Nobody knew this. But he cannot go anywhere. Leaving his colleagues in this difficult state, he cannot go anywhere, not possible. He is definitely here and is thinking of a way to win the losing bet. Enemies came in front of them in a moment. What could this handful of men do in front of such a vast army? Ratna Singh started calling from all around, brother, where are you? What do you order us? See, those people came in front; But you are standing silent now. Come forward and show us the path, increase our enthusiasm! But Ratnasinh still did not appear. Even the enemy came to the head, and swords in both the parties started moving. The Bundelas began to fight with the soul on their hands, But one has a lot; What is the competition between one and ten only? This was not a fight, it was gambling of life! The Bundelas had a supernatural force of despair. Fought a lot; But what steps should Majal take. There was no organization in them at all. Which made it grow as it progressed. What will be the end Nobody was worried about it. Someone reached near the commander by ripping off the enemies, some were killed trying to climb on their elephant. Seeing their inhuman courage, the enemies also used to wow; But such warriors have got the name, they could not win. In an hour, the curtain of the theatre collapsed, the spectacle was over. There was a windstorm; Which came and went uprooting the trees. By staying organized, these handfuls of men would blow the teeth of enemies; But who had the weight of the organization, it was not known anywhere. The victorious oars carefully observed each corpse. Ratnasingh used to knock in his eyes. He had his teeth on it. He could not sleep during Ratnasingh's life. People churned every rock in the hill, But the gem did not come. Conquered; But incomplete Do not know why doubts were arising in the heart of anxiety today. She was never so weak. She could not explain any reason why the Bundelas would be defeated, But this feeling did not come out of his distressed heart in any way. If the fate of that unfortunate person had been written to enjoy the pleasure of love, would the mother have died in childhood, would have had to roam one-on-one with the father, living in coves and tubers! And even that shelter did not last long. The father also turned away. Since then, he was not able to sit comfortably even for a day. Will the creator leave his cruel prodigy now? Ahh! A strange feeling arose in his weak heart at this time, God brings his beloved today safely, So she will take it and settle in a distant village. Service to husband and life in Aradhana will succeed. This battle will turn your face forever. Today, for the first time, the feeling of femininity was awakened in her mind. It was evening, the Sun God was looking for a barricade like a lost soldier bowing his head. Suddenly a soldier stood in front of him naked head, foot and disarmed. Anxiety struck. For a moment she was sitting very heartily. Then got up and came to the terrified soldier, and asked in an angry voice - Who survived? The soldier said — no one? 'No one? No one ?' Anxiety sat on the ground holding her head. The soldier said again - the mortars came near. 'Come close?' 'too close !' 'Then prepare the pyre immediately. there's no time.' "We are now ready to behead." 'Like you. This is the end of my duty. 'We can fight for months by closing the fort.' 'Then go and fight. My fight is no longer with anyone. On the one hand, darkness drove the light under its feet; On the other side the fields waving the victorious dung. And a pyre was being made in the fort. As soon as the lamp lit, a fire broke in the pyre too. Sati worries Solo, dressed up, showing a unique image, was going to travel to Patilok by the happy-fire-way. Women and men were gathered around the pyre. No one was bothered about the enemies had surrounded the fort. Everyone's faces were sad and heads bowed with grief and satisfaction. The wedding hall was decorated in this courtyard just yesterday. Where the pyre is burning at this time, there was a havan kund yesterday. Even yesterday, flames were rising like this, people were gathering like this; But what a difference between the scenes of today and tomorrow! Yes, there can be a difference for macro eyes; But in reality, it is the complete sacrifice of the same Yagya, the observance of the same vow. Suddenly, the sounds of horse's hats started being heard. It used to be, a soldier is driving the horse out of gallop. In a moment the sound of the top stopped, and a soldier rushed into the courtyard. People looked amazed, it was Ratnasinh! Ratnasinha went panting and said - honey, I am still alive, what have you done? The pyre was on fire! The flame of fire was coming out of the sari of concern. Ratnasingh entered the pyre like a manic and began to lift the hand of worry. People began to remove the wood of the funeral pyre from all around, But the worry did not even look at the husband with his eyes, only the hands indicated him to move away. Ratnasinh beats his head and says - Hi dear, what has happened to you? Why don't you look at me? I am alive A voice came from the pyre, your name is Ratnasinh, But you are not my Ratnasinh. If you look at me, I am your slave, your worshiper, your husband. 'My husband found valour.' 'Oh! How to explain Hey people, just like some kind of fire. I am Ratnasinh, honey? Don't you recognize me? ' Agni-Shikha reached the mouth of concern. The lotus blossomed in the fire. Worry speaks in a clear voice - I recognize a lot. You are not my Ratnasinh My Ratnasinh was a true hero. He could not abandon his Kshatriya-religion for self-defence, to save this despised body. The man whose feet I became a maid, sits in heaven. Do not discredit Ratnasingh. He was a heroic Rajput, not a coward fleeing the battlefield! The last words had come out that the flame of fire reached above the head of the worry. Then in an instant, that unique form - that ideal heroism worshiper, that true Sati merged into the fire sign. Ratnasinh kept watching this mournful scene, standing silently silent. Then suddenly, pulling a cold breath, he jumped into the pyre.