ISN’T LOVE BEAUTIFUL

It cherishes ur mind,

It perishes your sleep.

It’s a blow of fresh breeze,

It’s a feeling that keeps you pleased.

It’s a pleasure that one owns,

It’s a gesture that one throws.

It’s the paradise where happiness resides,

It’s the plot for the fantasy of ecstacy.

It’s that shower that blossoms the pale face,

It’s that mad feeling that keeps you quite amazed.

It’s a journey whose travel is more worth it,

It’s a Voyage with endless sails.

It’s a glitter of bliss,

It’s a bond that strengthens the wrist.

It’s a feeling of affection,

It’s an act of benevolence.

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A Salute to the Martyrs πŸ™

” We cannot merely give up and succumb to despair”, the bold and ambitious words of every fauji personal during his duty to make our life peaceful and joyful.

We fail to even get up on right time for college/office work etc , but they never upset us, as with every blink of their eye lies the respect on their shoulder to protect the motherland India. I breathe not because of the cold breeze blowing but because of the courageous act put by the warriors, who breathe to preserve the dignity and integrity of the nation.

We enjoy the favourite cuisines, and they deal with raw materials to chew, to keep their eyes wide open as their closure of victory is to “CONQUER AND SEAL”.

Living in such extreme conditions, devoid of any leisure, facing Brutalism and Vandalism etc , how harsh is a life they lead. Their selfless act of succour is a an applaud filled with pride and honour.

I learnt brotherhood when I saw movies like LOC KARGIL, giving me goosebumps, as their love for Dharti Maa is proudly commendable. Nation’s peace is the reason why they stand tall every fraction of second feeling the intense heat of sun or either engulfed in the shivering winter.

They are a source of inspiration, always ready to sacrifice their lives for the TRI-COLOUR to flutter in air, for every smile to flourish, they are always ready to punish the opponents ,as they always plead to worship the enormous divine, India.

I feel glad to be a part of that part of world , where UNITY IN DIVERSITY prevails, where one can look in the eyes of others and can say, “FAUJI BROTHERS ARE THERE TO KILL THE INVADERS”.Where I can sleep having dreams of my choices, as they stuck to choose sleepless nights with brutal fights. Where I can have the happiness to hangout as they join hands to protect our eve.

It’s afterall a salute, respect and a quote of thanks ,an only entity which I can lend to every fauji personal, as the taste of living which they swallow is not everyone’s cup of tea.

OLD IS GOLD

A throwback to those memorable days of 11th-12th. Meeting such nerds has always beena pleasure and a moment full of benevonance. Still my mind is anxious of the fact that how Abhijeet and Sachin actually cleared the 11th final exams and made it through 12th and was our VP MAN actually obsessed with Pradeep on his statement of “MAM ALL WERE SHOUTING SO I WAS ALSO SHOUTING”, a reply a teacher should never expect and last but not the least, how AUROBINDO ROUT ESCAPED THE PRACTICALS by hiding his records at my house. Isn’t it strange, nope it isn’t as a company of bad boys is a fantastic one. We were the ones who showed utmost unity in finishing our tiffins in the 3rd period of mathematics , although it was this subject which had the last laugh on our faces , craving for “REVENGE”. Nothing has changed except the facial looks, all set to follow the beard goals,all busy in their own drama and dilemma, even today I have strict allegations against me staying “DID ARIHANT HELPπŸ˜‚” and I still I am devoid of any answers and even though I have one , I won’t be telling one as for the next time we meet, I still want the question to hit me dragging out the pleasure of me to smile and gaze such happy faces and to continue the long lasting conversation as memories sharpen with every fraction of second passing by.