“But one word. Even so, if I die a heroic death in the war, you will have to remarry…” “I am Bharati who holds the hand of the warrior Moon, so that Mother India does not get attacked by foreigners, you should engage in defense work on the borders of the country”.

Accordingly, this body of mine, dedicated to you, will not, nor can it, endure the invasion of a foreigner for a breath. ‘Chatasya Maranam Dhruvam’ is said. Birth is accidental, death is certain.

Those who are born must die. “I will accept what has come to me as Panchamrita” and kissed Chandru’s cheeks while stroking Chandru’s moustache.

“Bhale bhale bharti” Chandru held me in his soldier arms. He pressed his stamp of approval on my words on my cheeks, lips, eyes, forehead and neck. He was celebrating with his face on my chest.