Again a monsoon. She stood by the window side enjoying the rain. Her thoughts went on a journey.
Each raindrop is the drop that kissed your skin . In those days we were together me and you. This rain drops sing those treasured memories of the comforting love that remains forever. So I love this rain better than the photographs. It was you who make me feel the rain. So it tells me how important you ,were no not were ,is in my life.
Her trance was broken by the giggling of her baby. His eyes full of pure mischief and heart of gold and a smile that went althrough his core. His smile is just like yours ,she murmured and smiled.
Child : Maa What story are you going to tell me today.
Mother: my son , today is July 26 and for the first time I am telling you the story of a man, a real man.
Before beginning the story ,she flipped through the pages of her diary. A mixture of emotions ran through her spines.
Their first meeting. It was a love at first sight. Their journey together. The days when he hold her hands firmly.
Then the most exciting day of her life. She wanted to run ,to shout,to tell everyone that she was going to be a mother. She couldn't sit down,rest even cry or smile. Her mind was fluttering like a butterfly. He embraced her to his days they spent together dreaming of their child's future.
She stopped at the last page of her diary . That scene played in front of her. She was 8 months pregnant. Today they were planning to go for a check up. His phone rang. Then that last meeting.
Man: Dear I have to go. It's a call from the boss.
She: But you are on a leave.
He: Yes but a war is declared and I have to go.
She: War...
He: Don't be afraid my dear. You are the wife of a soldier.
She: but.
He: Don't worry, Either I will come back after hoisting the flag or I will come back wrapped in the tricolor. But I will be back for sure.
She: Our baby...
He has a shade of grief on his face. He kissed on her stomach. His last kiss.
He: If I come back I will tell him stories of the glory of our country, the bravery and courage of our soldiers. But if I didn't you should. Also tell him that I loved him more than my life .
Her eyes flooded with tears. But she hold it back. After all she is the wife of a soldier. She stood on the threshold . He waved his hands. But her mind was busy capturing his picture. And that was her last glimpse of him. She came out from her memories as rain drops become more violent to divert her attention.
You never returned, not even to see our child once. But I am seeing you in him. He is like you just like you. Brave, courageous,understanding and sacrificing. And I am going to tell your story to him today . And I think it is the apt day.
She ended her story with a drop of tear. But her tears fell down continuously when she heard that from her child.
Child: maa . I too wanted to be a soldier like my father. I am ready to sacrifice my life for my motherland. I may die but I want to die satisfied in the best way I could.
That mother was overwhelmed with happiness. At the same time a rain drop fell right over her forehead on her as a line of vermilion. A soft breeze embraced her. "Yes you are here I can feel you" she mumbled alone.
Today it's July 26. 21 years ago 527 soldiers sacrificed their life for us on this day. They lived and died for us. They spent the whole night awake for our sound sleep. Our flag does fly not because the wind moves it ,but with the last breath of our soldiers. They are our glory our pride. Respect their courage and sacrifice.