August is month of a steady rain fall , and the greenery laden hills , roll over in the mist , as the train , snaked it's way from Bombay to Pune .The waterfall steadied in it's fall , no longer the  great jumps as last month .The trees shivered and swayed , flirting with the wind . The wet foilage , each species of tiny plants over crowding , on the edges of hill side ....

 Sipping a hot sugary tea , I unwinded the Bombay routine , Pune welcomed me to a pleasant, cool , and fresh day .yet my mind was in termoil , I was at Khadki , and the auto rick rattled loudly onward taking me towards , paraplegic rehabilitation centre, a home for our disabled brave young men .

Before , I could pay off my bill , Nameste M'saab , Min Bahadur greeted me .

And I went over to his neat little hse , to chirpy little daughters and a shy wife . 

over a mug full of tea and bites of  biscuts ,he told me the story .He was returning from his yearly holidays from Nepal , and was travelling in local bus towards Lucknow , when about 6to 8 men armed with sharp knives stopped the bus and looted the passangers , all too stunned did not react .Then they turned their attention towards the women , now Min Bahadur cld not stand and watch , though they were too many for him to handle alone he started hitting out blows at them and succeeded in throwing out a few , none other came forward , and he alone continued to give fight when one of the decoits from behind pulled out a gun and shot him at his spin .

Min Bahadur says he instantly felt the life go out of his limbs , The decoids ran away seeing him fall .

Then was the miserable saga of dragging out lying on road -side, ultimately coming to the Army Hospital

and then life has now changed for this young man in wheel-chair .

He is not alone there are about eighty more immates with eighty more stories of bravery , to save you and me .

Perhaps if you go to Pune , go to Khadaki , to play agame of chess or chat with one of them , and get a cheer , and a smile to these Brave Heart