I was hiding behind a wall. Enemies were firing from everywhere. Many of my fellow soldiers were already dead and the remaining men were falling in front of my eyes. With each fall I was losing courage. Then came a time where I had to decide whether to go forward and complete the mission given to me by the army to save my fellowmen who were now prisoner of war or to decline the orders and run away. This was the time to decide and I decided.
I regained my courage. I wanted to face my son like a hero not like coward. For me it would be better to die then to run away.
I came forward of that wall, fired furiously and ran towards the enemy. This was the time where all the lessons learnt in army are to be forgotten and believe in you. Believe in what you can do, believe in what you deserve and believe in your destiny.
After killing many of the strangers who are now my enemies because of no purpose, I captured one of the soldiers of other force.
“Where are they?” I was panting heavily while talking.
“Who?” he was panting more heavily than me may be because of fear of death.
“Prisoners of war.”
He directed the way to me. When I was walking with him I realised that from my army only I was left in the scenario. I had to rescue as fast as possible before the reinforcement of enemy’s army and rejoin my force that was waiting outside.
He took me to the stairs which leads underground.
“Down there you will find what you want. Please release me now?” he begged me.
I did what he begged and this was my mistake, big mistake.
I proceeded downwards, slowly and steadily. My gun was ready to fire at any moment. Suddenly I felt a foul smell, smell of dead humans. My heart was pounding heavily. Was the people for whom I did all this were dead? Was my mission failed?
Now I was at the bottom, I searched for my men. Frankly I was searching for their bodies. I had no hope of seeing them alive.
Suddenly someone tightly hold me from behind. I struggled and kicked him between legs. I turned and about to shoot but stopped. His uniform resembles to ours. Oh my god he was one of the fellow army men.
He told me where other POW were and how they were fighting underground and killing the enemies.
I found around 15 of our army men. We, without any plan just hiding and running towards the gate outside of which a helicopter was waiting to rescue us.
When we were very near to the exit gate, I saw the reinforcement coming behind us. It was impossible for us to run before they come. This was the time for the second decision, whether to run or to save my team. I choose the second option. I ordered my fellow men to run towards the helicopter. I was there to face enemies. It was impossible to fight those using bullets; I had to search another option. I opened the pin of every grenade I had and ran towards the enemy. They started firing on me.
The first bullet hit me on right side of my stomach; an image of son playing in field was in front of me. He is running towards me in joy. Then the second bullet on the left leg.
“Dad will you please teach me how to ride the bicycle?” his voice was coming in my ears from nowhere.
Then the third and fourth crossed my head.
“I will teach you, my son. I will……………………..”
AFTER 1 YEAR………..
One of the prisoners who were helped to escape by that soldier came to meet the son of that soldier. His son was of around 8 years old. He told him the story of his father and told him how he saved 15 lives on that day.
“He was the hero of the day, son, hero of the day.” He told to the soldier’s son.
“He was not the hero of the day, he was the hero of millennium.” His son started to cry…………………………………..
Sometimes love plays with you in such a way that you forgets yourself and the world around you and because of which some funny things emerges. ENJOY one of a funny incident of someone’s life…..
The sun was saying “Good Bye” to all when I was standing on railway station with my luggage. Train was late by half an hour. I was cursing the railway minister for that. I was roaming around the platform to pass the time which seemed to be struck. While my inspection of platform I saw children fighting their parents for chips and cold drinks and some were just running here and there without any reason.
Then I reached a book stall which was flourished by the books of Indian writer who are busy in writing just about love as if there’s nothing left to write beyond love. Those books reminded me of my own love. I proposed her today, she didn’t replied and I decided to leave. I am going back to home. She broke my heart.
I started moving the piles of books from one place to another to search something which can please me then I got one. ‘Mein Kemph’, an autobiography of most cruel leader of the world, Adolf Hitler. That bring a little smile on my face. With confidence I asked the shopkeeper about the price. It was out of my budget.
I continued the exploration on platform. I reached the corner of the platform where there was nobody. I wanted to cry there. My heart was crying and now my eyes wanted to cry. Then my eyes fall on a couple who were madly kissing each other in the dark corner. Both were foreigners. These foreigners have made our country dirty; have fully destroyed the culture of our country. I decided to delay my plan of crying and again reached the book stall. Now my eyes fell on a book titled CAN LOVE HAPPEN TWICE?. Now this looks interesting. I stared to take an overview of it when somebody tapped me on my back.
I turned to see and got shocked. She was Kashish, my love. She was looking damn beautiful. But why is she here?
“You are trying to escape, Sandy?” She said while settling her hairs behind her ears.
I didn’t say anything; I was just looking at her.
“You didn’t wait for me to answer your question. You just ran from there.” Her voice was really innocent.
“I waited but you didn’t answer. I got scared so I decided to run from there.” I said while looking at floor.
“So, can I answer now?” she put her hand on my chin and lifted my head and kissed me. Well it was not a kiss, it was a passionate smooch. Oh, I was in heaven. For those 60 seconds we both forget where we were standing, what we were doing, what people around us will be thinking and yes about our Indian culture. We just kissed.
When we ended our kiss my eyes fell on the atmosphere around us. ‘Oh, shit’ was the only thing came out of my mouth. I saw people staring at us with their mouth wide open, aunties talking about us in whisper, a man closing the eyes of his children by using both of his hands and some children teasing us by lifting one of its eye brows repeatedly. No one was ignoring us.
“Now what?” Kashish asked with a smile.
“Let’s run.” I said.
And we both ran out of the station.