Page 108 - Love Story of a Commando

‘If ever I loved anyone after my mother and motherland, then it is
you. You provide meaning to the life inside me. Meeting you is the best
thing that has ever happened to me. But there are things which are not in my
hands. I cannot promise you things or a future.’ He took his position once
again.
He was met with a hail of bullets which he dodged perfectly. Sensing
their exact location, Virat began lobbing grenades toward the cave. There
were huge explosions and one of the terrorists got injured and rolled down.
Virat shot him down instantly. He kept firing in short bursts in the direction
of the remaining militant. Surprisingly, I was not afraid anymore. I had had
enough of these bomb blasts and deadly terrorists firing bullets at me. Death
did not scare now.
Life is a beautiful deception bound by only one truth—death!
In fact, they are two sides of one coin and you never know which
side will turn up before you. They are two ends of one thread and the fear of
death is followed by the fear for life; actually, watching Virat taught me the
biggest lesson of my life ever—those who live their lives fully are prepared
to die anytime. For them death is just a part of life as simple as life is, they
are equals and equally welcome, what matters to these ferocious souls is the
call of duty.
What matters the most between life and death is happiness .
And happiness is a very personal thing, this one emotion is not
uniform for everyone and the purpose of this life is to find the source of your
own happiness and give your best to achieve it only to die meaningfully.
There are things in life we wish never happened but have to accept, things
we don’t want to know but have to learn and people we cannot live without
but have to let go. This is life, and death is inevitable.
Why scared? In fact lucky are the men who die a glorious death!
They say your entire life flashes before you when you are about to
die, but a life-threatening situation also has the potential of leading you
towards self-actualization. I stole a glance at Virat again. He looked sharp,
calm and focused. Not an ounce of misery on his glowing face.
Firing bullets with complete professionalism. I smiled.
This is what he must have been doing all this time while I stopped
my life, mourning over the separation. But was that my fault? Was that easy?
I did not know, but I surely had no remorse left in my heart. I was destined
to be a part of something extraordinary and I should be proud of myself.
Dwelling over misery would not do. It was a silent promise I made to
myself.
After all, falling for a commando comes with repercussions!
Queen Elizabeth had said, ‘ If you love an army officer, raise your
glass and if an army officer loves you then raise your head and walk like a