FORGOTTEN HERO My day has come to be remembered and be proud of. The two most celebrated days of me, 26 Jan and 15 Aug. 26 Jan is here and I am here to be celebrated I stand for you in the sub zero temperatures of Siachin. I stand for you in the burning deserts of Rajasthan. I take every bullet on my body without thinking twice to keep my country safe. I not only give up the most productive years of my life for the sake of my country, But also give up on the moments of joy of my own life for my countrymen. Sometimes my child’s birth, his first smile, his first tooth, his first crawl, his first walk Sometimes I miss his birthday, sometimes his results, sometimes celebration of his prizes and sometimes his casual talk. I see me children grow up in installments. The call of my duty remains my first love and rest comes later. Sometimes I have been unable to attend to my ailing parents, sometimes unable to give pyre to their bodies even. Devastating floods or inter
H er eyes were bigger than usual, The pain had found its way out of her mind and her body. Her emotions had eventually found a vent A thick red lava of agony had finally molten and was dripping down her tilted nose. She had gone taller with the help of a rope and reached the roof, Culminated her being, because she was aloof. I was trying hard to find reasons, staring at her standing numb She was not so weak, that she could so lucidly sccumb. May be some people master the art to camouflage their tears behind their laughter. The louder they laugh, deeper is the pain. How could she so easily think that her life was vain. T oday when she is no more I sit and think how day by day this beautiful relation was built I have nothing left today, just remorse and guilt I wish she had called just once Cried loud and poured her heart out She was important, atleast for once i could have cleared her doubt. I could never imagine her death to be s