Page 95 - Love Story of a Commando

‘Leave me! Leave me!’ I was shouting, but he did not pay any heed.
His hazel eyes looked dark and fathomless, and he tightened his grip
around me. Our gazes met and for a second the world was swallowed in
darkness. I squirmed a little, still in his arms, and inhaled deeply. My heart
was racing once again and my palms were sweaty now.
This man always had an effect on me, and I hated myself for that!
The bombs were still exploding, bullets were still firing but he was
moving swiftly, making moves, taking turns now, all the while carrying me
like a rubber doll. His gait was like an Olympic runner and he strode
effortlessly even with all his weapons, gear and me. He found a jeep with
logs of wood piled high in the back. He instantly pushed me inside the jeep,
slammed the door behind me and started the engine.
As the jeep began to move, I looked around to take in the view of the
place where I had spent the last several months. But I was startled by the
chaotic barrage of images around: the sirens of police cars, soldiers and
policemen running, ducking, firing at the terrorists, smoke rising from
exploding tear gas shells, resounding echoes of their gunfire, grenade
explosions and utter chaos.
It was too much to process. I became numb suddenly and blacked
out.
I was awoken by a sharp jerk to my body. When I sat up, I realized
that I was still in the jeep which was continuing its bumpy ride through the
steep tracks of the forested area with deep valleys on both sides. The road
had become less bumpy, but the turns became sharper. We swerved
dangerously with each turn, again and again. Suddenly the jeep doors
banged open and I was thrown to the ground, maybe ten feet, and landed
with a deafening splash in a shallow stream. For a second, I just lay face
down in the cold water in disbelief. The water rose up in my mouth and
nose, and sputtering, I raised my head and looked around. No one in sight.
Painfully I tried to adjust my body and picked myself up and began
to wade towards the bank.
I could still hear the gun fight going on, which meant I was still in
the area. That very thought sent shivers down my spine. I quickened my
pace to an unknown direction without knowing the coordinates. I began to
cry in frustration. All I had ever wanted in life was a little peace and
normalcy. A regular life away from horrible memories, not a volley of
bullets, bomb blasts and people dying around me every six months.
Was I cursed or was it some kind of past life karma?
You reap what you sow. Do good and receive well! Do bad and
receive worse! But what did I do to deserve this miserable life? I had never
even killed an ant in my entire life, maybe some mosquitoes, but I don’t