The picture of the war was changing from the moment half of November. The Mukti Bahini was at that point exceptionally organized, the Indian strengths were giving solid back from behind, a few regions along the border started to be freed. To the individuals of Dhaka, these were removed fights; The blazes did not touch them, but they lived beneath the tiger’s claws. That picture changed drastically on the night of December 3rd, when abruptly the night sky was abruptly uncovered by the light of a tracer bullet, the soil trembled with the loathsome sound of anti-aircraft gunnery, the delicate murmur of far off planes can be listened, the sound of music.
The fight in Dhaka rapidly turned into a blissful and startling one. Within the starting, this was the show of building up the dominance of Indian air ship within the discuss war, for the blockaded city tenants it was a coordinate picture of Pakistan’s express overcome. When the sirens of the discuss strikes sounded, not on the trench for security, but on the roof, everybody needed to witness another sensational vanquish for Pakistan. From 10 or 11 December, the individuals of Dhaka begun getting another cheerful sound. The thunder of overwhelming ordnance fire shows that the frontal fight has moved closer to the city. That was went with by the bragging of the Pakistani armed force chiefs; Pro-Pakistan parade with the motto ‘Crash India’ was moreover held within the city. Common Niazi called remote writers and told them that the Indian strengths would need to enter Dhaka with tanks over his body, including that no one had the quality to vanquish ‘Fortress Dhaka’.
The individuals of the city did not get it that the ultimate ‘Battle of Dhaka’ was around to start. The city of Dhaka was left, so it was time to take off the city. Seeing individuals on the boulevards does not coordinate. Other than, there were numerous awful signs arms were given over to non-Bengali civilians, they had no blame in carrying them in open. One day I saw a surprising scene, as before long as a warplane showed up within the sky, non-Bengali motorcyclists ceased on the racecourse street, pulled out a gun from their pockets and begun terminating towards the sky. Stupid, but that trick incorporates a weapon in his hand and isn’t at all hesitant to utilize it arbitrarily. Such an sign got to be even greater when the townspeople were startled by the sound of a propeller-powered Tiger Moth flying moo within the center of the night. This is often how bombs were dropped from planes each night within the region, The Pakistanis needed to appear that civilians were passing on in Indian airstrikes by committing shocking acts. One day the bomb exploded in an orphanage in Tejgaon, shattering the bodies of many children.
The message that had been circulating since the morning of December 16 was that the Pakistani strengths were almost to yield. No one knows however, Common Nagra’s powers come to the Turagati of Mirpur with the opportunity warriors, and Brigadier Jamshed welcomed him and took him to the cantonment. The primary locating of the Indian Army at noon was before the at that point Lodging Interconversion, presently the Sheraton Lodging, which was announced a Ruddy Cross Free Zone. Individuals begun coming out of the house to see. There’s another favor scene over the road হাজ thousands of Pakistani troopers strolling down the path with their weapons down and their heads bowed, some of the time they are packed into trucks; Their arms were still raised, their eyes red.
Standard individuals were observing them with blocked feelings. The war was not over however, they seem not burst with broken feelings, some of the time there were clashes. As happened before the Interconversion Lodging; A bunch of Pakistani strengths abruptly assaulted the civilians, and quickly came the tooth-breaking reaction of the Indian strengths, but by at that point the lives of a few civilians had been misplaced.
My Triumph Day was distinctive. I was returning within the car of my senior brother Syed Sharful Anam. I need to collect news from distinctive places and share it with my colleagues. Seeing the condition of the Pakistani powers returning from the front line of Demla’s winter solstice, it was not clear what the result of the war was. There are no watches within the Governor’s House, the entryways are opened, the scrambling of the Durbar Lobby within the discuss strikes demonstrates the truth that the Pakistani organization is in turmoil. We might not reach the racecourse grounds on time; Afterward, when I went to Tejgaon air terminal, a helicopter with the pioneers of the joint powers flew within the sky. Major Haider was holding up for Tarma to say farewell to them; That to begin with and I feel the final assembly with him, I got a taste of freedom by shaking hands.
But within the light of freedom, I truly graduated the another day, December 16, when individuals of our guerrilla bunch entered the city. We had as of now made arrangements for the citizens’ rally at the Shaheed Minar. When the guerrillas arrived, Sufia Kamal too showed up with a companion in a rickshaw. I pulled Mahbub Zaman, a part of the warlord, and inquired him on the off chance that Azad was not there! In reaction, I was persuaded for the primary time that my comrade Nizamuddin Azad had been lost. How numerous millions of individuals are included within the torment of losing our triumph! How numerous people’s faces fill the head! By at that point Sufia Kamal was standing on the broken Shaheed Minar; He started to talk, his voice trailing off, and tears welling up in our eyes.
