Will tray to translate soon ,
Sukhi kali mitti, Sukhi choti pattiya kahi kahi bikhri hui..
India – Pakistan border….mere pita pahele armi me soldier the…1971 ki war ladi hai…aur tere bhi…abhi hamare bhai bhi….Sirf hum hi reh gaye…par kisi Pakistani se ladna chahte the…aur maat dena bhi…par koi hath na lagi…
Bakri charane roj jaya karte the…kabhi to koi hath lage par vaisa mauka kabhi na aya….
Ek din akhir vo mauka jaise apne aaap kismet me chali ayi …jab dekha door border se koi chali aa rahi hai…Vo bhi akeli hum bhi akele….yeha door door tak kisi ka koi namo Nishan nahi…Shayad aaj hamari Kismat khul sakti hai….
Vo bhi meri tarah Knee height Skirt me meri taraf chali aa rahi hai…humne niche kuch pahna nahi tha…kad kathi thik meri tarah…(lalbagh 5’5” , 5’6” 60 se 63 kg)…ladai hui to khub jam sakti hai…meye kisi kamjor se ladkar khud ko badnam nahi karna chati thi…lagta hai khoob jamegi… agar hui to.
Kyu na right hand ki do ungilya dato tale daba ke jor se siti marker use yehi bula lu….aur age ek madir aur masjid hai…kyu na uske teen so gaj doori pe ho jaye hamari kusti…