Gurwinder Singh volunteers in the security team at Singhu tractor-trolley township. It is almost two months since he left his home in Tarn Taran to come join the morcha.
As he prepared to depart from his home, his wife handed him
his aadhar card.
‘I won’t need this,’ he said.
‘Please take it and keep it with you all the time,’ she
said.
‘Why?’ he asked.
Holding back her tears she said, ‘In case the morcha
requires your sacrifice, they will know the address where to send your body.’
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It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that
really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you
didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the
world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end,
it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will
come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the
stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small
to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in
those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because
they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to, Sam?
That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s
worth fighting for.
(HUMANS OF FARMERS MOVEMENT SERIES#10)
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