BAKSHI (O.S.)
Desh ke liye kuchh log kabhi kabhi
aisi qurbaaniyaan dete hain ki
insaaniyat hairaan reh jaati hai.
CUT TO:
INT. SMALL TOWN BRICK 197A HOUSE - EVENING
A sparse, ascetic room.
BAKSHI (O.S.)
Hamaare itihaas mein aise kai log
hain, jinhein koi inaam, koi medal
nahin mila. Hum unka asli naam tak
nahin jaante. Na unhein pehchaante
hain. Voh sirf vatan ke jhande par
apni yaad chhod jaate hain.
Sitting in a corner of the room, looking out the window, her
eyes lost, clearly removed from the world around her is
Sehmat. The smoke from incense burning lends the place an
almost surreal halo, and shrouds Sehmat in the same white
mist.
~ END ~
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