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After the great holocaust when people had washed the blood from their bodies they turned their attention to those whose hearts had been torn by the partition. In every street and by-lane they set up a rehabilitating committee.

In the beginning people worked with great enthusiasm to rehabilitate refugees in work camps, on the land and in homes. But there still remained the task of rehabilitating abducted women, those that were recovered and brought back home: The slogan of the supporters was “rehabilitate them in your hearts. The campaign was started by the residents of Lajwamti Shakoor.

They set up a ‘rehabilitation of hearts’ committee. A local lawyer was elected president. But the more important post of secretary went to Babu Sunder Lal lajwantti got a majority of eleven votes over his rival. It was the opinion of the old petition writer and many other respectable citizens of the locality that no one would work more zealously than Sunder Lal, because amongst the women abducted during the riots, and not recovered, was Sunder Lal’s wife, Lajwanti.

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The Rehabilitation of Hearts Committee daily took out a procession through the streets in the early hours of the morning. They sang as they went along. Whenever his friends Rasalu and Neki Ram started singing “the leaves of lajwanti wither with the touch of human hands”, Sunder Lal would fall silent.

He would walk as if in a daze. Where in the name of God was Lajwanti? Was she thinking of him Would she ever come back? Sunder Lal had abandoned all hope of finding Lajwanti He had made his loss a part of the general loss. He rajindr drowned his personal sorrow by plunging into social service. He had behaved very badly towards his Lajwanti; he had allowed himself to be irritated with everything she did even with the way she stood up or sat down, the way she cooked and the way she served his food; he had thrashed her at every pretext.

His poor Lajo who was rajindfr slender as the cypress! Life in the open air and sunshine had tanned her skin and filled her with an animal vitality. She ran about the lanes in her village with sigh mercurial grace of drew lajwani on a leaf.

Her slim figure was full of robust health. When he first saw her, Sunder Lal was a little dismayed. But when he saw that Lajwanti took in her stride every adversity including the chastisement he gave her, he increased the dose of thrashing. He was unaware of the limit of human rxjinder. And Lajwanti’s reactions were of little help; even after rajjnder most violent beating all Sunder Lal had to do was to smile and the girl would break into giggles “If you beat me again, I’ll never speak to you.


If they did not and let them have their way, women were the first to start talking He can’t manage a chit of a virl like her! Lajo herself sang a couplet which ran somewhat as follows: He had come with the bridegroom’s party at Lajwanti’s sister’s wedding.

His eyes had fallen on Lajwanti and he had whispered in the bridegrooms ear, Your sister-in-law is quite a saucy morsel; your bride’s likely to be a dainty dish old chap! The words went to her head. She did not notice the enormous boots Sunder Rajnder was wearing; she also forgot that her behind was small.

Such were the thoughts that coursed round Sunder Lal’s head when he went out singing in the morning procession. He Would say to himself, ‘If I got another chance, just one more chance, I would really rehabilitate her in my heart. A society which refuses to accept these helpless women is rotten beyond redemption and deserves to be liquidated.

He exhorted the men never to remind these women of their past experiences because they had become as sensitive as rajindet Lajwanti and would, like the leaves of the plant, wither when a finger was pointed towards them. In order to propagate the cause of Rehabilitation of Hearts, the Mulla Shakoor Committee organised morning processions. The early hours of the dawn were blissfully peaceful no hubub of people, no noise of traffic.

Even street dogs, who had kept an all-night vigil, were fast asleep beside the tandoors. People who were roused from their slumbers by the singing would simply mutter “Oh, the dawn chorus” and go back to their dreams. People listened to Babu Sunder Lal’s exhortations sometimes with patience, sometimes with irritation. Women who had had no trouble in coming across from Pakistan were utterly complacent, like over-ripe cauliflowers. Their menfolk were indifferent and grumbled, their children treated the songs on rehabilitation like lullabys to make them sleep again.

Words which assail ones ears in the early hours of the dawn have a habit of going round in the head with insidious intent. Often a person who has not understood their meaning will find himself humming them while he is about his business. When Miss Mridula Sarabhai arranged for the exchange of abducted women between India and Beedi, some men of Mulla Shakoor expressed their readiness to take them back.

Their relatives went to receive them in the market place. For some time the abducted women and their menfolk faced each other in awkward silence. Then they swallowed their pride, took their women, and re-built their domestic lives.

Long Live Sohan Lal”. They yelled till their throats were parched.

There were some people who refused to have anything to do with the abducted women who cam back “couldn’t lzjwanti have killed themselves?

Why didn’t they take poison and preserve their virtue and their honour? Why didn’t they Jump into a well? They are cowards, they clung to life And some of these women would think sadly of their names and the joyful meanings they had Miss Sarabhai brought a truck-load of Hindu women from Pakistan, to be exchanged with Muslim women bdei by Indians. Lajwanti was not amongst them.

Sunder Lal watched with hope and expectancy till the last of the Hindu women had come down from the truck. And then with patient resignation plunged himself in the committees activities.

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The committee redoubled its work and began taking out processions and singing both morning and evening, as well as organising meetings. The aged lawyer, Kalka Prasad, addressed the meetings in his wheezy, asthamatic voice Rasalu kept a spitoon in readiness beside him. Strange noises came over the microphone when Kalka Prasad was speaking. Neki Ram also said his few words. But whatever he said or quoted from the scriptures seemed to go against his point of view.


Whenever the tide of battle seemed to be going against them, Babu Sunder Lal would rise and stem the retreat. He was never able to complete more than a couple of sentences.

His throat went dry and tears streamed down his eyes. His heart was always too full for words and he had to sit down without making his speech. An embarrassed silence would descend on the audience. But the two sentences that Sunder Lal spoke came from the bottom of his anguished heart and had a greater impact than all the clever verbosity of the lawyer, Kalka Prasad.

The men shed a few tears and lightened the burden on their hearts; and then they went home without a thought in their empty heads.

One day the Rehabilitation of Hearts Committee was out early in the afternoon. It trespassed into an area near the temple which was looked upon as the citadel of orthodox reaction. The faithful were seated on a cement platform under the peepul tree and were listening to a commentary on the Ramayana. By sheer co-incidence Narain Bawa happened to be narrating the incident about Rama overhearing a washerman say to his errant wife: Such was the sense of equality in the Kingdom of Rama that even the remark of a poor washerman was given full consideration.

Sunder Lal heard the last sentence and spoke up: Who is this man? Silence” came the cries from the audience. Sunder Lal clove his way through the crowd and said loudly, “No one can stop me from speaking Let us hear him. But what hind of justice was this, that he accepted the word of a washerman and refused to take the word of so great a Maharani as his wife! I believe that the only true Ram Rajya is a state where a person neither does wrong to anyone nor suffers anyone to do him any wrong.

He continued his oration. Wasn’t she the victim of a ruse and then of violence like our own mothers and sisters today? Was it a question of Sita’s rightness and wrongness, or the wickedness of Ravana?

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Ravana had ten heads, the donkey has only one large one Sunder Lal broke down and wept. Rasalu and Neki Ram raised aloft their banners: Narain Bawa’s months of preaching were undone in a few moments. The lawyer, Kalka Prasad, and the petition writer, Hukam Singh, led the procession towards the great square Sunder Lal had not yet dried his tears.

The processionists sang with great gusto. The widow in house stretched her limbs and being still heavy with sleep went back to her dreams. Lal Chand who was from Sunder Lal’s village came running. He stuck his arms out of his shawl and said breathlessly: