Mrs. India 2017, Duyu Meena Mudang, Fashion blog India, Fashion Online India, www.fashiononlineindia.com, Apatani,Arnachal Pradesh, Misses India 2017
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Mrs. India Duyu Meena Mudang’s Inspiring Love Story

 

Mrs. India 2017, Duyu Meena Mudang, Fashion blog India, Fashion Online India, www.fashiononlineindia.com, Apatani,Arnachal Pradesh, Misses India 201727th JULY 1996, Approx 2.30 PM, At PAIGATE, ZIRO, ARUNACHAL PRADESH.

Both of our Parents were out of station, we the five out of Six Siblings, Four Girls and Two Boys Duyu Minu, Ashaa Duyu, Duyu Tabyo, Duyu Yammi Hage (Next to me younger brother Du Raaz stayed with Paternal Grandmother at Itanagar) use to stay in one of the many rooms of one of our Cousin Brother’s Big Building, all of them under my custody, I being the eldest in family.

It was otherwise a clear fine beautiful pleasant day, with vast blue skies above like the mighty blue ocean with clusters of tightly packed white fluffy cotton-like clouds spreaded here and there of countless shapes and sizes, beautifully complementing the thick lash green pine trees of sharp pointed mountains all around.
But for me it was a gloomy day due to some domestic problems. So to change my mood I even got haircut in the morning from waist length, straight to boy cut.
I was just leisurely lying down on bed which was just attached to the windows, silently hearing and pondering over the crispy whispers of leaves of a huge Naspatti tree (kind of juicy pear found there) in scintillating silence with occasional sound of the falling of some fruits on the ground. And the crispy chill of coolest breeze that crawled all over now and then. With occasional piercing of fragrance of deep wood and smoke.

 

Mrs. India 2017, Duyu Meena Mudang, Fashion blog India, Fashion Online India, www.fashiononlineindia.com, Apatani,Arnachal Pradesh, Misses India 2017

Two of my World’s most hardworking younger sisters were busy doing their routine household chores as we had no maid or servant with us and of course not even our Parents most of the time.
And my naughty but very matured for his age younger brother, as usual, had ran down to the colony’s grocery shop again to peep and steal some glimpses of the very happening serial of those days “YUG” exhibiting His passion for movies and directions till today.
And my youngest little, timid, quiet and shy sister who was in Kindergarten had accompanied her Mizo friend who was our neighbour for her Tuition classes.

Just 15 to 20 minutes later when my lazy eyes and relaxed body was about to retire.. the aunt of my little sister’s friend who happens to be my friend too, who was accompanying them comes to me running and shouting my name in despair..

“Chandra.. Chandra.. (as she nicknamed me as Chandramukhi basing on my extreme love for Salman khan and his movies those days and of course as my face was still glowing in youthful vigour.. not withered yet as of now).”
When I faintly murmured coming out of my half sleepy state, “hmm.. what…?”

#YOUR LITTLE SISTER MET WITH AN ACCIDENT..
#A SPEEDING SCOOTER RAN OVER HER..
(While crossing the road)
#SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS..
#THAT GUY AND A POLICE CONSTABLE HAS RUSHED HER TO HOSPITAL.
And.. I was not who I was..
Knew not how I should react to the news and to the situation..
Knew not what I have to do..
No phone, No vehicle, No cash, No one to rely on..
Only what I strongly felt was how I wish if I could instantly grow wings for a day to reach there right at the moment..
De’javu..
Younger sisters and little brother enquiring again and again with so much of fear, hesitation and hope.. if there’s any pool of blood on the spot..
Trembling, yelling, nervous, apprehension but with highest Hopes, not wanting to make the mind be ready to be prepared for the Worst. But had to leave them alone at home blank and helpless..

Each footsteps taking as if hundred miles back to reach almost a couple of kilometres distance from home to hospital..

On the way.. silently counting my footsteps..
Voiceless.. I asked my friend weather the driver was young or middle-aged or old fellow?
She told, “He was young.”
Imagining for myself if he is of Mongolian look, Dravidian look, Caucasian look etc..
Whether to hit him or punch him or slap him or to do what when I see him and meet him??
Wandering mind of a naive and vulnerable and helpless teenage girl to encounter the situation and the circumstances.

With these bundle of thoughts running through my innocent mind all the way..
Suddenly I realized halfway on the way to the hospital that just nearby there was some of my so called distant relatives dwelling place with all the amenities available to help my sister right from the Vehicle to Telephone, at least to inform my parents, even if no any financial assistance were provided.
Tears were rolling down out of relief and happiness on seeing them finally to share my helplessness. And I started narrating the same with half choked voice and of course with so much of Hope and expectations, at least to be bothered about of my little sister’s safety point of view..
But Alas!! Gravely disappointed to see their remorse attitude who were not even interested to ask how my sister was

 

Mrs. India 2017, Duyu Meena Mudang, Fashion blog India, Fashion Online India, www.fashiononlineindia.com, Apatani,Arnachal Pradesh, Misses India 2017

 

Broken still further into pieces.. I somehow managed to gather myself back and moved forward.
And finally reached the Entrance Gate of General Hospital.
There, one White Maruti School Van was standing right at the entrance gate of the hospital before I entered inside..
O… there I saw my little sister finally inside the Van being held by the Policeman after being dressed for her wounds. And she stretched out her tiny uninjured arm towards me still delirious due to accident and due to drugging for pain and wound.

As now I held her in my arms making her seated on my lap inside the Van in backseat..

One Extremely Restless MAN with so much of Tension and Worry and Fear already seen on his face came out from the Hospital and headed towards the Van and peeked inside from front window talking to the one who was driving the Van who happened to be his elder brother from the same clan and enquired if my little sister was doing well and that we proceed to medical store for some more medicines and that he’ll compromise with the police people and then follow us later.

At that superfast fraction of moment like the shooting star, when he gave a quick glance into my eyes..
I BLUNTLY asked pointing my index finger towards him, (because I had to explain to my parents when they are back home)

“NOHA NGWKA BEHEN MI TWHTONW?”
(ARE YOU THE ONE WHO HIT MY SISTER?)

He replied incomplete YES..

Next I said, “NOH HU?”
(WHO ARE YOU?)

He replied, Mudang Tacho

#My Self Life Principle (Whatever Happens..) took it’s birth right here at this moment.

Never knew in my wildest dreams that the worst things happened that day were preparing the better future for me by providing me the..

#GATEWAY to MARRY THE GREATEST HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER MET SO FAR IN MY ENTIRE LIFE?

#GATEWAY TO BECOME THE MOST BLESSED MOTHER OF THESE THREE LITTLE HEARTBEATS???
MR TSEM0 MUDANG?
MISS TSARO MUDANG?
MR TSAMA MUDANG?

#GATEWAY TO BECOME MRS INDIA 2017?
AFTER 21YRS OF MEETING IN AN ACCIDENT.

As we Celebrate this day as our Anniversary every year?

Today, I would like to THANK THAT LITTLE SISTER OF MINE WHO CONNECTED US
#TO BECOME A FAMILY OF HUM PAANCH✋
#AND GAVE US ALL THESE ACHIEVEMENTS???
#AND GAVE US THIS DAY TO CELEBRATE AS OUR ANNIVERSARY THROUGHOUT THIS LIFE??

DR. Duyu Yammi HAGE, Wife of
#HAGE #TADO #CHADA

#NOSTALGIA
#THANKING GOOD GOD
#COMPLETED 21YRS OF TOGETHERNESS
#HAPPY #ANNIVERSARY

 

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