Chaitali takes me into her arms, like one takes into arms a friend setted of for a too long time and who missed so much him.
Beyond the high wall and barbed wires, Chaitali looks at the sky where free birds are flying.
From Mahela Kash, she can't ear the echo of the sound. The echo of the sound of the heavy door of the prison of Ranchi.
In three years, Chaitali will border the wall of the male prison where her husband resides.
In three years, Chaitali will rejoin the entrance of the prison.
In three years, after more than 13 years, Chaitali will take her children into her arms.
Into your arms, Ranchi