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My words speak about the love and dedication of two bravehearts. Lt Nikia Kaul Dhoundhiyal and her husband Maj Vibhuti Shankar Dhoundiyal...
My poem speaks about the love and dedication of two bravehearts. Lt Nikia Kaul Dhoundhiyal and her husband Maj Vibhuti Shankar Dhoundiyal…
Major Vibhuti was martyred in an encounter with the terrorist just nine months after their wedding.
Lt. Nikita paid a fitting tribute to him by joining the Indian army.
She married a man in Olive Green Her life became a beautiful dream In him, she had found the love of her Life. He was a loving husband, She, his adoring wife.
They spent many happy times together, Savoring each moment as if treasure. For such moments were few and far between She had married a man in olive green To serve the nation was his dream.
Every time when he kissed her goodbye, This could be our last he may sigh, I want to cherish your image in my mind. For memories are what we leave behind You have married a man in olive green, To honor his duty is his dream .
Their fears were not unfound, for one day He went with flag in his hand And was bought back , wrapped in its shroud She looked at his body and cried aloud, You have laid down your life for your country I am proud She married a man in olive green He had served the nation as was his dream.
He laid down his on the day of Valentine, She did not cry nor did she pine Though he may not be with me in body, In spirit he always will be mine For I married a man in olive green To live for his love will is my dream.
She left her cushy job and decided to don the uniform, The life will not be easy they said The training will be tough, they persuaded. But nothing would make her change her mind And she was prepared to face the grind She had married a man in olive green To follow his life, now became her dream.
She took all challenges in her stride . Love conquers all ,she said with pride. They pinned the stars on her side, Tears of joy she could not hide. She had a married a man in olive green Today, for him she had earned the olive green And to serve the nation was his and now her dream.
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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.
Being a writer, Nivedita Louis recognises the struggles of a first-time woman writer and helps many articulate their voice with development, content edits as a publisher.
“I usually write during night”, says author Nivedita Louis during our conversation. Chuckling she continues,” It’s easier then to focus solely on writing. Nivedita Louis is a writer, with varied interests and one of the founders of Her Stories, a feminist publishing house, based in Chennai.
In a candid conversation she shared her journey from small-town Tamil Nadu to becoming a history buff, an award-winning author and now a publisher.
Nivedita was born and raised in a small town in Tamil Nadu. It was for schooling that she first arrived in Chennai. Then known as Madras, she recalls being awed by the city. Her love-story with the city, its people and thus began which continues till date. She credits her perseverance and passion to make a difference to her days as a vocational student among the elite sections of Madras.
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