A yr after Morbi bridge collapse tragedy, grief-stricken households search justice and therapeutic | Ahmedabad Information

AHMEDABAD: Within the tight-knit group of Dhuva Chokdi, the lives of Pratapsinh and Padubha Jadeja, two brothers who run an area lodge dhaba, have been irrevocably shattered on October 30, final yr. Over the previous one yr, each brothers have grappled with the insufferable lack of their whole household.
Their 4 kids between the ages of 9 and 12, together with their wives and their mom, misplaced their lives within the bridge collapse that left greater than 135 folks useless in Gujarat’s Morbi city three years in the past.

Pratapsinh Jadeja (left) and Padubha Jadeja.
The home that when echoed with the laughter of a cheerful household now lies in ruins, and the brothers have relocated to Wankaner to flee the haunting reminiscences.

Regardless of a yr passing, Padubha stays inconsolable. He breaks into uncontrollable sobs whereas discussing the tragedy, sometimes expressing his anger and need to hunt revenge. Each brothers couldn’t return house and spent two months sleeping exterior inns, ultimately needing to rent two tractors to move their family members for cremation.
Padubha expresses the ache of dropping his family members, questioning concerning the struggling they endured of their closing moments. He emphasizes that their solely want is to see the accused delivered to justice and severely punished.
Pratapsinh reveals that he nonetheless struggles to sleep, haunted by the voices of his departed kids. Every morning, he awakens to the echoes of kids enjoying, a continuing reminder of what he has misplaced.

Dilawar at his son Sahil’s grave.
Dilawar, a grieving father who as soon as painted partitions so as to add colour to life, has seen his world decreased to black and white. His 18-year-old son, Sahil, perished within the tragic bridge collapse. For the previous yr, Dilawar has visited Sahil’s grave within the morning, adorning it with roses and sitting there till night. He can’t escape the trauma of dropping his son, sharing that he has misplaced all curiosity in life and is reluctant to return to work.
Dilawar isn’t alone in his grief. Iqbal Nagori, an auto-rickshaw driver, now spends his whole day on the graveyard beside his son’s grave.

Iqbal Nagauri provides prayers at his son’s grave.
Iqbal misplaced his 18-year-old son, Nishar, in the identical disaster. His auto-rickshaw stays parked exterior the graveyard as he finds himself unable to work. He refuses to take his common clients and is burdened with guilt, questioning why he permitted his son to go to the bridge that fateful day.