Hair loosely tied in a messy half bun, non moisturized hands and feet, in pajamas and tee; I was enervated. Sometimes our routine triggers a unique thought process in our minds; exactly when we are amid some household work like cooking or laundering or may be cleaning.
‘Sometimes’ is a very interesting word; we use it with happiness, grief, success, failure, luck, life, friends et al. And sometimes we do not know where to use it. Last time when I wrote something like this I was perplexed; it was around 3 years ago. That is when I married a ‘Sparrow’. Not only did it change my relationship status on social networking pages; it also changed my perspective about life a 180 degrees. It took me a significant amount of time to perceive the things going around me, in this new world called ‘Army’.
As an outsider, seeing those bush green Army vehicles passing by in a convoy, and military men hanging on them; I would feel patriotic, happy, excited and everything all together. Few years from then, today, feeling patriotic is not occasional; I feel it every minute. Sometimes I pick up those heavy books lying on his study table and leaf over; the war narrations and blood stories would leave me aghast. Today, I understand how this organization makes a simple man into a soldier; who otherwise would not know how he could bring a difference to the people…to the country. Of a silent seed of devotion, this organization, nurtures a tough tree of patriotism. The roots of which, bind the whole country together. These soldiers are like walking weapons in olive sheath, standing strong against any menace. We’d not know until we were here…here with them!
“No, I will not nag you, when you return home tired. No, I will not complain.
I will instead sit beside, and hear you talk,
I will instead admire your words, while we walk;
Stories of warriors, the wars, and how they would win it,
For I do not feel patriotic, occasionally; I feel it every minute.”