War was coming to an end and a lot was heard in city of Gorakhpur that Hitler was dead and England has won the war. To my father, winning of loosing, nothing was more important than knowing the wellbeing of Bhagwati. There was no news and it was almost four years he had been out for war. Even the occasional letters which came had stopped coming, but the only regular thing which happened by the grace of British Indian postage was the monthly money order in the name of my father. This gave a sense of relief that Bhagwati still existed. However there was no guarantee that he was alive as the delays due to war even resulted in getting a soldier identified as dead after years of his death. Till such time, they were categorized as ‘Missing in action’ and were declared dead or captive only after minimum two years of continued absence. There was no news from either his battalion office nor he himself. The last letter received was more than two years back and my father was always worried and missed him a lot.

Even after the war with Germany was over, the Japanese war continued. Bhagwati was engaged with enemy on that side of the globe where Japanese army was challenging the combined might of America and rest of the Allied countries. Occasional flow of news papers to his school mentioned something like “Kamakaze – Suicide bomber”. In a peaceful place like Gorakhpur, it was unimaginable that a man can so easily blow himself up to kill a few enemies. All these added to my father’s worry. He wrote letters to his unit requesting to forward the letters to him which returned back after a month with a stamp “Unreachable”. It was few months down the line the atom bomb was dropped in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The news spread like wild fire and even a sleepy town like Gorakhpur was filled with news papers showing the mushroom cloud of the atom bomb which has killed several thousand enemy populations. The war was officially over.