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A soldier dies on his duty to his country. What happens to all who are left behind? What happens to his wife? A peek into the mind of one such martyr's wife.
A soldier dies on his duty to his country. What happens to all who are left behind? What happens to his wife? A peek into the mind of one such martyr’s wife.
“I am proud that he died for his country” said his mother
“Our sons will keep sacrificing” seconds the mourning father
she could not say anything
as nothing could console her
just few days of association
The kajal washing away with tears pleaded to stay
and the shining bangles too had their new way to sway
She was worried about the unborn inside
who lost daddy before having a sight
she was reminiscing
of when he would put his arms around her
She had waited for him when he came on an ‘Off’
those days were festive for her; all other days just round the clock
That silk saree she draped with pleats of love
when he called and said within few days he will be there
she pulled silver earrings from that hanging case
which he would tickle with his fingers and smile
Red bindi a little above the eyebrows, adding more beauty to those furrows
And that dazzling dimple, which he admired so
Those morning walk together loaded with stories of war
and suddenly holding her hand he had said “missed you more”
~
You came but not on a bike this time
that esteemed tricolour coffin surrounded you
and packed inside – my presuppositions, promises, love and soul
you came to bid that last adieu to us all
But I promise to keep your dreams alive
to serve our motherland till I die
May your patriotism surpass my placenta
Imbibing into the veins and aorta
and seed one more warrior one more martyr
And keep raising the crown high
I know this is a long furlough
But I will try hard, very hard,
though I know I have many more miles to go!
A version of this was first published here.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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