Page 104 - Love Story of a Commando

Dusk had now turned into night. Suddenly nothing was visible except
for what I could make out in the full moon night. The full moon and clear
sky reminded me of all those legendary Bollywood romance movies where
love blossoms between two unknown people (always a male and a female)
who meet each other at such a spot in a forest on a glittering full moon night
against some inevitable constraints while the full moon bestows all the
ardour upon them through its romantic rays generating some real passion
between the two.
And yes, a thunderstorm and sudden torrential rains would always
pave the path further, for all kinds of possibilities ranging from a passionate
smooch to everything possible behind two flowers or two pigeons mating on
screen.
There is a reason why generations love Dilwale Dulhania le Jayenge
, Aashiqui 2 , Raja Hindustani and Shree 420. How can you forget Kajol
dancing while Shah Rukh runs behind her crazily? Or Shraddha Kapoor and
Aditya Roy Kapoor under the jacket? Aamir smooching Karisma, or Raj
Kapoor singing Pyar hua, iqrar hua to Nargis?
Torrential rains instigate a million different romantic possibilities.
Monsoon, after all, is our official season for love. TV channels cannot get
over repeating these vivid romantic movies over and over again, along with
Suryavansham of course for no particular reason.
I heaved a loud sigh!
‘What happened?’ he asked.
‘Nothing!’ I replied sharply.
Suddenly I felt thirsty. The last time I had eaten anything was in the
morning and it had been twelve straight hours without water as well; the
thought itself made me extremely thirsty. I licked my lips but I had already
reached the point of dehydration by then. I started licking my lips and
shaking my head in despair.
Alarmed by my condition he said, ‘What happened?’
I stared at him in frustration and said, ‘Virat, I am thirsty.’
He took out a pouch from his pocket and asked me to drink. I
grabbed it greedily and finished it at one go.
‘Hey! This is how you drink water? You were supposed to take only
a few sips and save it for future use.’ He was visibly annoyed.
‘How was I supposed to know? I was extremely thirsty. I could have
died,’ I defended myself.
‘No one dies like this. You die without water only after three days
and three weeks without food. But if you train well you can in fact go
comfortably eight to ten days without water too. And you drank it all like
that!’ he retaliated.