Winning the race was an overwhelming emotion and I just couldn't wait to reach mom dad to show my medal and add to those 15 more medals hanging above the Sachin Tendulkar poster in my room. My sports teacher kept praising me for my excellent performance and somehow my chest used to get filled with air when he used me as an example of champion. Getting promoted to 9th standard was the turning point of life and getting enrolled in NCC was something that I could cherish my entire life. The smell of sweat, the scorching heat on grounds, the spirit, the eyes that glittered even in deserts is still alive in me even though today I'm no where close to it. Struggling in a freezing climate to move my fingers and fire bullets on the other side of border is my only focus yet I miss those terribly hot parathas, made by mom, after a whole long day of field training in initial days of college. And how can i even forget that boost up speeches by dad, oh my, its been months I haven't talked to them, I hope dad had visited doctor to check his blood pressure he mentioned last time on call and hope mom no more cries to sleep missing me.
Oh damn, my mate, no! Witnessing death is so common in war field yet my heart shrinks every time, here we don't have groups or arguements, each one just silently goes to sleep while still hearing screams and noises of explosives in dreams. It was so different back then, I was the stud of my group and all girls tried to be my friend but the kind of people I was friends with, made every girl literally run away. Haha, I still have that memory in my head when a junior asked me directions to principal office and my friends made her reach the archery room, she was so innocent and that's when my eyes got glued to the girl who came screaming on my friends for playing pranks with juniors. Her confidence made me lose my heart beat count. Imagining my life along with her was my only idea and she agreed to it after lot of, and I mean lot of tantrums!
The field looks calm now, but my leg is stuck in ice here. I didn't notice when did this happen, now I will have to struggle more to get this out of ice or I will be the cute snow man my kids try to make every year. Mumbai has always been a humid city so even in peak winter, they couldn't find snow so my little Einstein and Shakuntala Devi use those artificial snow cans to make their December snowy. It's all silent now, trust me this silence is the most horrible noise you have ever experienced. This marks the beginning of the storm and look here, the storm has just begun.
After days, may be weeks, we finally won the battle yet each one of us is in extreme pain that we lost so many brave soldiers and there is no one who can replace them. I am glad we aren't asked to cremate them or meet their parents because for each tear they lose, I become more cold hearted. I can't even think of the pain when everyone at home will hear anything about me all of a sudden, ah, I probably shouldn't overthink and call them immediately. An urgent meeting has been scheduled now, may be I'll call later, only if we don't head to the war field again.
Oh damn, my mate, no! Witnessing death is so common in war field yet my heart shrinks every time, here we don't have groups or arguements, each one just silently goes to sleep while still hearing screams and noises of explosives in dreams. It was so different back then, I was the stud of my group and all girls tried to be my friend but the kind of people I was friends with, made every girl literally run away. Haha, I still have that memory in my head when a junior asked me directions to principal office and my friends made her reach the archery room, she was so innocent and that's when my eyes got glued to the girl who came screaming on my friends for playing pranks with juniors. Her confidence made me lose my heart beat count. Imagining my life along with her was my only idea and she agreed to it after lot of, and I mean lot of tantrums!
The field looks calm now, but my leg is stuck in ice here. I didn't notice when did this happen, now I will have to struggle more to get this out of ice or I will be the cute snow man my kids try to make every year. Mumbai has always been a humid city so even in peak winter, they couldn't find snow so my little Einstein and Shakuntala Devi use those artificial snow cans to make their December snowy. It's all silent now, trust me this silence is the most horrible noise you have ever experienced. This marks the beginning of the storm and look here, the storm has just begun.
After days, may be weeks, we finally won the battle yet each one of us is in extreme pain that we lost so many brave soldiers and there is no one who can replace them. I am glad we aren't asked to cremate them or meet their parents because for each tear they lose, I become more cold hearted. I can't even think of the pain when everyone at home will hear anything about me all of a sudden, ah, I probably shouldn't overthink and call them immediately. An urgent meeting has been scheduled now, may be I'll call later, only if we don't head to the war field again.
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