The Departure

“Won’t you wish me luck”, he said to her.

She was groaning with pain to see him go, and had locked herself in her room so that he would stay a couple of minute’s atleast, to convince her or atleast to speak to her one last time.

“I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to leave me, I want you to stay and be ….” The truck had arrived before she could even complete her sentence, and boots marched away from the house, with a final shout “I will write you a letter every day till I return”.

The doors were thrown open and a fragile looking woman, in her mid 20’s, rushed towards the wagon and kissed her husband a goodbye. She took his hand and placed it over her little protruding tummy, and finally whispering that she will not be waiting alone this time.

With a beaming smile on his face which was beautified by the army uniform he was wearing, “I would be back soon or may be in time. Love you sweetheart, I love you forever.”

There were tears in her eyes but she was still standing unmoved until she could see the truck which finally disappeared behind the woods.

The hardships are not only faced by the soldier at front but also by the families back at home. It needs a lot of courage and valour to sustain this.

It’s a small tribute to all armed forces and their families back home, we thank you for being there for us.


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