The longest stride (Pure Love can touch the Souls)

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The longest stride (Pure Love can touch the Souls)

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Disclaimer: All places and characters used in this story are imaginary, any resemblance with real life events or places are merely coincidental.





Kavita hesitated a while before entering into the police station. She looked downwards and pressed her lower lip tightly between her teeth.


“You look lovely when you do that, you know?”Sarfaraz placed his hand on her shoulder.


Kavita looked to find the blue eyes of Sarfaraz, and finds it in the blue sky behind the icy peak of mountain that stands tall. Like a loving mother it guards both of her children from the chilly wind from further north. In its lap, here lies the twin child of her, Fulisthan and Gulisthan.


Kavita got rid of her momentary weakness and enters the police station ignoring the inquisitive looks of the two armed police man guarding the front door.




It was a modest room with a centre of attraction of large wooden table with a nameplate of Surindar Khanna, Officer-in-charge. Bald-headed, middle-aged officer looked at Kavita with curiosity and the very next second completely ignores her to concentrate on the thin person trembling like a leaf in the opposite.


Kavita reckoned the entire room with a nervous quick glance and rested herself in the long bench made for the visiting person like her in this police station.


Sarfaraz was already there. He holds her hand between his palms as a symbol of reassurance. An amazingly strong man with soft hands like children!!! She looked at Sarfaraz to see him smiling. Sarfaraz was always happy. He was happy when he made peculiar sounds to accumulate his hoard of sheep to the gazing ground, he was happy when at the end of a day full of hard labour he sit beside the burning fire, he was happy when he could see that the front door of his wooden hut is jammed due to the heap of loose snow outside, but happiest moment for Sarfaraz was when with his sheep, he crossed the old temple. That was the moment when Kavita used-to come out of her house to meet Sarfaraz. She quickly runs towards the back of the temple to hide herself from the watchful eyes of her father, Pandit Mohan Das the worshipper of this temple from generations. Sarfaraz smiling and as if roaming carelessly, quickly reaches the pre-designated place where Kavita is waiting.


Both of them were in love. Love is the single most valuable thing in their lives for which they can defy all faith, all religion, all hatred, all deities, all red eyes of the society. They are in each other’s love for long, even before they didn’t realise the meaning of love.





Officer Surindar Khanna looked towards Kavita and signals her to come forward and occupy the chair, which was recently vacant. Kavita was so deeply engrossed in the thought of Sarfaraz, she didn’t noticed when the scared man negotiating with the officer-in-charge left the police station.


Kavita took longer than usual to cross the distance between the bench and the table. She reluctantly sits in the chair and was assembling her courage to look in to the eyes of the officer who was patiently watching every curve of her body with a pair of hungry eyes.


Kavita could not muster her courage to speak up. She was framing her words before she could place it properly when she felt the presence of Sarfaraz behind her. She could feel the warmth of his body even without looking. Sarfaraz is here with Kavita, so she should not be afraid of anything.


“How may I help you madam?” Surindar sounds impatient as he completed his survey through her body.

“ I want to lodge an FIR”

“Will you speak up please?” Surindar told these words with a louder voice, even though he could clearly hear her.

“ I want to register a complain” Kavita looked up to meet the eyes of Surinder Khanna.

“And you want to complain against whom?” Surinder Singh looked away to find his FIR book from a side of the table.

“I want to lodge a complaint against Inspector Surindar Khanna, Hawaldar Roshan Pandey, Alamgir Hossain, Jakir Khan and sub-inspector Dipesh Malhotra.” Her voice suddenly sounds clearer and bolder. She gave a sigh of relief as she could spell these names in a single breath.


Inspector Surindar Khanna stopped for a moment, and suddenly he breaks the momentary silence with a burst out of laughter.

“ Dipesh, Roshan, Alamgir, come here quickly. Also send an urgent message to inform Jakir that this lady here wants to complain against us. May I know my dear madam, what was our crime to offend such a sweet lady like you?” Surindar sounds awfully entertained with this.

Kavita looked straight in the eyes of officer-in-charge Surindar Khanna, “I want to complain against you all for the murder of Sarfaraz Dayaz Khan.”





After half an hour of complete humiliation and mental torture when Kavita left the police station, she was not sad, she was not ware-out, and instead she was more determined to her cause. Something happened in these thirty minutes that changed this shy girl completely.


Sarfaraz was walking beside her for the entire duration from the police station to her residence.

”They asked you abusive questioned, didn’t they? Listen Kavita, you need to stop this madness. You cannot bring me back, I cannot tolerate your suffering, you need to let go.”

“Is my suffering more than yours when they wrapped your entire body in canvas and beat you mercilessly? Is my suffering was more than what you endured when those bullets entered your head? I reckon it is not. I tolerated more suffering when I saw that half of your face is missing from the point blank range shot, the same face which I hold in my both palms and a single look at it could make me forget all my hardness in life, all my poverty and all my misery. How can I let it go Sarfaraz??”

Sarfaraz stopped for a moment and looked at Kavita. He was amazed to see the changes in his little Kavita. Is this the same girl who always behaved like a tender rabbit when they meet together in the back of the old temple? She was so scared every moment that every time she looked over her shoulder to see if somebody is noticing them or not? When a flower turned in to a steel Sarfaraz never noticed.
Kavita could find the touch of Sarfaraz in the whisper of passing wind, she could hear his voice in the rattling of willow leaves, and she could feel the warmth of his breath in the light of the setting sun which coloured the entire scenery in golden! Kavita lost Sarfaraz to rediscover in the water, air, light and earth of this small state of Jannat-e-jamin, divided by the hatred of war mongers of twin countries, Gulisthan and Fulisthan.




Pandit Mohan Das was continuously sobbing in a corner; only light source in this room was the small kerosene lamp. Kavita sat still like a statue in the darkest corner of the room.

“How could you, Kabbo, how could you? How will I show my face to your mother after my death? What I’ll answer her? How I could possibly explain that daughter of a Brahmin Pandit is fallen with an infidel? That too a terrorist?

“Please stop father, you know Sarfaraz…..you know him from his childhood. He was not a terrorist.”

“How could you tell for sure? How could you trust a snake? They all are like that. I thought I knew my daughter, but I guess you never know a person nowadays, not even your own offspring.”

Pandit Mohan Das deeply sighed to immerse himself in the ocean of sorrow.
Kavita looked away towards the dim light of the lamp, and could see the blue eyes of Sarfaraz burning in pain and sorrow in the flame.




Next morning it was news that hit the small village of Jannat-e-jamin like an avalanche. The centre of attraction was not the love story between Kavita, the daughter of the well-respected pandit and Sarfaraz, the lovely cheerful orphan boy, who suddenly tagged and killed as terrorist by local police force couple of weeks ago, the news that attracted most attention was that Kavita walked all the way to police station to protest and tried to lodge complain against the police itself!!! It was some madness they never experienced before!!


When one stormy day the hoard of sheep returned without their shepherd, some of them even formed a search party to look out for Sarfaraz. They looked all night and next day, but could not find him. Some of them even seemed even genuinely sorry for the ever cheerful, eager to help Sarfaraz. But, when couple of day later police came and told them about the true intention of the same Sarfaraz they knew from his childhood, none of them protested. When inspector Surinder Khanna addressed the public and told how Sarfaraz plotted against their homeland in connivance with the terrorist of Gulisthan, they never doubted him. It was out of the question to raise question against the almighty government. They may be wrong to judge Sarfaraz, whom they thought they knew from his birth, but authorities can never be wrong. Governments are the next best thing to God; it gives life, protects them and can take it away when necessary.


Now, a shy, almost mute girl of their own village dares to challenge the supreme authority!!! It was a new that created ripple in their small village that cannot be ignored.


So, when sun painted the highest mountain pick, they slowly walked towards the residence of Pandit Mohan Das.


Mohan Das could not face the small gathering, and hid his face in sheer shame, and started whining like a little child at a corner, murmuring a single phrase again and again, “Oh God, what is my sin, that I deserved such punishment??”


The elder most of the villagers told Kavita in a consoling voice,

“My daughter, we understand how upset you are for your friend, but you have to let it go. You know, you cannot repent for a terrorist. Though we also understand, it was very hard to guess his true nature. If he could fool experienced and aged person like us, you are a little child. You can be easily deceived by his trickery.”


Kavita keeping her voice low said, “How can you say this Chacha, you know Sarfaraz from his birth. How can you just say that he was a terrorist? “

"So you mean to say, the police was wrong? Even if they are, who are you or I to judge them? Let All Mighty Allah decide the right and wrong. Just don’t bring trouble to this peaceful village. Who’ll safely escort us to bunker when the brutes from Gulisthan will start firing from their cannons if you displease them?”

The whole bunch of crowds shivered in the thought of that unforeseen future.

Kavita looked towards the crowd, but noticing Sarfaraz, who was standing tall ahead of them,

“So we will just forget the event? You will just forget that, they killed Sarfaraz just out of suspicion and amused themselves by torturing him for three days constantly? You will just not care if somebody killed a young boy of your own village just like that? Nobody will do anything? Well, all of you may pretend to be helpless, but I’ll do something. I shan’t let it go that easily.”


Her voice sounded like the cold blade that penetrated their heart. They knew that each and every word of this little girl was true, and they are too ashamed and afraid to admit it.

The elderly person was not ready to accept this very easily.

“And what’ll you do now? Even if you are true, even if Sarfaraz was innocent, who’ll believe you? The police have turned down your request, now will you complain to governor?”

“If required, I’ll go to state capital and appeal him about it.”

It was beyond the tolerance level of Pandit Mohan Das. He rushed towards Kavita and slapped her hard.

“Why you? Why not anyone else? Why only you out of all people have to carry the flag of justice? He was not even belonging to our religion?”

Mohan Das busted the words with sheer hatred and derisive way.

“Because Sarfaraz still comes in to my dream, that’s why. Because Sarfaraz still roams around the hills that’s why. Because, soul of Sarfaraz will never rest in peace until the justice is done, that’s why.”


Kavita cried out so loud that the world seemed silent after that. Her last words echoed around the village for long.












When Inspector Surinder Khanna entered the room of the governor, he was trembling with fear and anxiety. The room was having a comfortable temperature, but even then, Surindar felt an uncanny chill around his spine.


The governor ignored him completely for next couple of minutes, what felt like ages to Khanna. Then with a nod of head Khanna stepped forward to occupy the chair in front of most honourable his majesties.


“ What is this fuss going on inspector? How come this girl arrived my doorstep? Why media is breathing around my neck?”

“Extremely sorry for the inconvenience sir, I am terribly sorry. I’ll take care of that, I promise you.”

“ Like you took care of that innocent poor guy Sarfaraz, and received medal of commendation for that?”

Inspector Khanna tried to be on a defensive position by placing his hat on his chest.

“Sir, he was related with the extremist organization, he gave us very valuable information during our interrogation and then tried to escape from our grasp, we had no other option but to shoot him. It is all in the report sir”
Khanna extended his handheld file towards the governor.

“Just keep this bullshit report to yourself. I also have ears and eyes, and so do common public. I already have all the information I need. The poor bugger was so busy to earn his food that he could not afford to care for religion. You just amused yourself by torturing him and as a step for your appraisal by arranging a fake incidence of conspirators against country. Now, you put me on such a double aged sword that whatever I do, it is I who is going to be wounded.”

The governor turned red in anger and anguish when he was shouting these words to Khanna.

“If I support the girl and agree for an inquiry commission, then centre is going to axe me and if I just ignore her and do nothing, then I am going to be targeted by my own religion leaders, and I’ll face the music in next election, and the worse will happen if I go by your idea. If something happens to this girl in between, then the next day it is going to be on headline of every newspaper of the country.”


Governor left his chair to walk to the window and looked beyond to the sky where the icy peak of mountain touched blue sky of Jannat-e-Jamin. Once the crown of united Fulisthan is now the source of headache and at the same time of source of political advantage between two countries. It is a very tricky job to keep balance between communal sentiment and the political unrest. As long as the politicians can keep the balance between them, none of the common public is going to ask about the increasing poverty and unemployment in the area. The only way to maintain the position in this game of chess is to appropriate fuelling in the fire of communal or patriotic sentiment. For long Politicians of both the countries are playing this game, but sudden incidence like this is about to create turmoil in the balance.


The governor belongs to the royal family which ruled this part of the country for centuries.

If only it was the time of his grandfather’s, he could easily solve the problem with his whip and sword, but alas, now the common people started asking questions, and it is always dangerous for the ruler if ruled people starts asking questions!!!

The governor turned his attention from the nature to the creature,


‘Remove yourself from the office, and let me handle this my own way, and be prepared to get transferred along with your gang of goons at very short notice.”






When Kavita opened the door of the hotel, she was surprised to see the visitors. Few people, from the dress it was evident that they represent a particular community of people, seeking permission to enter.

“My god, you are just a kid, and such power within you!!!We have never witnessed such an act of bravery from people of your religion!! It was said in our holy book, when almighty faced the hoards of enemy in the holy desert of....”

The talkative person among the group started addressing Kavita, but quickly interrupted by another younger member,

“ My sister, we want you to come and address our community and describe the torment and torture you poor villagers face everyday by the hands of army and police of the country. How the governor turned down your request to re-open the murder case of Sarfaraz and how he betrayed his own community for the sake of power. We want you over there, so we can gather enough support to throw him out of the throne. You help us, and in return we help you to get justice.”


Surprised Kavita looked towards Sarfaraz, who was smiling all the time, with a face that says “I told you so”


When Kavita turned them down, the person who talked first was very angry and exited,


“Then do you think you can fight this alone? Who will support you, if not us? Even when the great prophet was alone in front of the holy cave, he himself called .....”
The person again interrupted in his spiritual deliberation by the young man,

“I know you are afraid. We could have give you support. It is a war you cannot win alone. If you are scared, we can even arrange for your political asylum in Gulisthan or any country of your choice. You know, how one girl from Gulisthan about your age flew to the crowning country after she was slightly injured, now she got name, fame, money even the peace award in her name. We can give you all of that, and much more.”



Kavita said nothing, and just walked to the door and opened it for the guest to depart.


“So, just answer one question for us, why you are doing this? He was not even from your religion; he is not going to be back from dead even if he gets justice, why you are doing this, what would you possibly gain from this?


“ Sarfaraz is not going to be back, since he never left me. And what I’ll gain from this? I’ll gain true value of love if I could prove even to one person that my Sarfaraz was not a traitor. He loved every grass, every rock of this country as much as he loved me. Sarfaraz is not going to leave his love, and I’ll make sure that he does not need to."


Kavita was telling these words not to the people surrounding her, but to Sarfaraz, who was looking at her without blinking his eye. He was discovering Kavita once again.


“What you’ll do now when the governor turned you down? Now you have nobody left to beg but the prime minister. And why would he listen to you? Will he agree that his police force made a mistake? You are going to be no body once you stepped in to the capital. Your cry is not going to reach his ears.”













When the angry mob shouting, protesting, cursing surrounded Kavita, she was totally unprepared for that. When they hackled her, ripped her clothes, hit her with sandals, she did not even tried to protect herself. When they started shouting Traitor, tout of Gulisthan, whore of other religion, when they started pouring black ink on her face in the bright daylight of country capital in front of thousand spectators, she could hear nothing. All she could see is how her Sarfaraz is holding her closely to his arms, in the soft green ground of Jannat-e-Jamin. She could see the icy pick of mountain protecting them from the chilly wind of north. She could see how the depth in the blue eyes of Sarfaraz was turning in to the blue sky.



The news was placed in the headlines of most of the newspaper next day. It was telling how a village girl is going to walk all the way to the parliament house with a candle of hope in her hand to appeal to the highest authority of the country. The newspaper told about her journey, from the small village of Jannat-e-Jamin to the country capital in search of justice and love. How her determination turned in to iron-will with every obstacle she faced during her journey. The news paper also told that how country is going to show its iron-fist against the iron-will of a small village girl by issuing alert. She is going to be arrested as soon as she stepped within 1 KM radios of the parliament house. It was a confrontation of one single person against the whole system, and the country is watching.




Kavita was having trouble to keep the candle light ignited due to the strong wind. The job became easier when Sarfaraz helped her to protect the flame by covering it with his large palm.


‘So we are here Kabbo, We are finally here.” Sarfaraz whispered through the passing wind on the street of heartless metropolis.


“Yes, we are here. I am scared Sarfaraz, promise me, you’ll be here with me?”
“To the end, Kabbo, to the end.” Sarfaraz assured Kavita and started walking towards the parliament house with a burning candle in their hand.


Before she could finish the first turn, an elderly woman joined them and light her candle from the flame of Kavita, and started walking with them. They never exchanged words, but Kavita suddenly felt that all weakness from her mind has evaporated.





The prime minister in his room was having his dinner with the opposition leader. He looked to the window and the darkness in the streets.


“Any news of the girl and her candle of justice?” Mockery and amusement was evident in his voice as his biggest poetical enemy joined him in laughter.

“She might be somewhere out there, but her tiny candle of hope might be extinguished and engulfed in the darkness of the large capital.”


Both of them laughed together, and stopped abruptly as they could see the dark road of country capital suddenly became illuminated by thousands and thousands of tiny candle lights. The joint lights from the candle turned in to an endless fire serpent and it was slithering through the roads as if to engulf their political career.
In utter surprise, The PM could not identify the small village girl in the gathering, all he could see millions and trillions of Kavita and Sarfaraz marching towards his cosy bungalow in search of justice and love. All the small tiny candle lights joined to form a giant flame demanding answers. The light was so bright that it forced him to close his eyes.

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