CHAPTER 9 – It’s all about being Special
Since the day I met Rishi; pride and honor became a part and parcel of my life too. It’s always a special feeling to experience the love of a man who wins 5 out of 9 medals on his convocation ceremony. The number of medals is 5 because 2-2 medals are due for the 2nd and the 3rd rank holders. So my hero is not just a soldier, he is a master amidst masters; certain cadets don’t symbolize the Indian Army they truly define the Indian army- one of them is Lieutenant Rishab Singh Rathore. Hope you can you feel my sense of proud…..LOL.
It’s a cute thing when you are in a relationship and all your friends and close ones know about it, the first question they ask is how are you? And the second question is how your beloved is?
Although all that glitters is not gold; for life is like a coin having dual aspects- Positive as well as negative. Loving your love and finding him loving you back equally is a soothing lullaby like feeling, but being apart from each other, the agony arising out of distance, the fear of losing him at one wrong day sucks…..!!!!
My boyfriend is not an NRI earning in Dollars and living lavishly in some other developed country. It’s not necessary that we may chat everyday or communicate on skype. For months I couldn’t feel him and at times can’t even hear a single hi…..from him. Loving a solider at times feel like a hectic task everyday you are worried about his safety, his life. Sometimes you find your world falling apart because the loneliness enthralls your heart and soul like a demon. Of course you trust God and moreover you trust the abilities of your man that despite of all odds your guy is born with the skills and intellect to survive and make everything and anything possible.
But my problem is I don’t have a soldier’s heart implanted in my body. I carry my own fragile feminist heart that cares about his man, that loves him madly, and that respects him truly. My silly heart gets mental when he doesn’t reply back.
One normal morning, Rishi called me, I haven’t heard from him since past 14 days 10 hours. It was 5 am and I was so pleased to hear his voice.
Can you come to the cantonment around 7 am? A humble request came from the other side.
Surprised crazy me screamed…..are you there in cant? Happiness on zenith, I was on cloud nine, after all I am going to meet him after 8 months, 18 days.
Yes honey….come soon.
I reached the cant area; my eyes so delighted to see him. A loving hug lasting for 5 minutes ended and we decided to move on. A long drive on my favorite and one and only materialistic love, the teal colored SK 7749 Royal Enfield 360, made like a gun and sounds like a bomb……..just kidding.
It is awesome to be on a tough bike with the toughest and most reliable man. Enjoying every view of the countryside, I was least aware about our destination. When you are with the right companion; destination doesn’t matter. Journey justifies everything. Having no idea of where are we going, traveling on those lush green indigenous roads, cherishing the fragrance of natural beauty all around, we reached to a most fascinating place I have ever seen in my life.
After reaching a forest like region, we walked for a while and reached a hilltop and realizing the air so fresh, the life so divine I saw a blue serene waterfall flowing in a melody. As described by lieutenant Rathore, this place is a civilian prohibited area, specifically designed and reserved for army personnel and their special ones. I couldn’t believe that the entire scenic beauty is created by man because it wasn’t a natural waterfall; it was an artificial waterfall and a lake. The greenish lake looked entirely different rather separated from the blue falling water entering the same lake. I actually stared at the entire phenomena merely pondering on the creativity hidden behind the artificial creation and its concept. It was a utopian panorama giving a fairy-tale like amusement.
I asked Rishi in a babbling tone, “I hope the clouds over there are not artificially created”.
He laughed loudly saying, “Oh…! Shut up you psycho….let’s go for boating”.
Why you always miss your mother so much; don’t identify me with her by calling me psycho…..!!! I taunted him badly.
Lady….!!! I will throw you in this bloody pond. He replied with eager. He laughed. I laughed and we did lots of paddling and boating. Actually he was paddling; I was enjoying boating. Privileged ladies are not suppose to work so hard especially in the presence of their hulk like babies. I mean boyfriends or hubbies. The only work they need to do while their man is with them is they need to enjoy, laugh and live, teasing him every moment and making him realize that you are a moron and hence I love you……!!!!!
Here MORON stands for
Dear Mr…….. M-My majesty;
You are an O- optimist;
Who is so robust, rocking, respected and R- Reliable?
O- Outgoing;
N- Naughty Nightingale singing beautiful songs of victory, vividness and a lively loved life.