She looked at the brand new benarasi silk saree hanging in the quiet corner of her wardrobe.
As she traced the intricate gold flowers on its rich creamy fabric she finally spared a gleeful thought to what he’d get for her this time. He always made it a point to get her a present , no matter how much she insisted that she didn’t need any more clothes or jewelry or recipe books.
He always used to tell her , how special women should be pampered . He was such a gentleman.The Sari was her birthday present from him from last year that she had been saving for a special day . Today was as special as it can get . She unwrapped it carefully & set it on the bed.
The trail of cardamom and saffron aroma whiffed from the kitchen invitingly and she checked if the mutton biryani was done. As the fusion of flavours danced on her tongue she felt a sense of pride. Her special recipe , his favorite , never let her down. The 3 course lunch was ready . She had to just set the table & in an hour’s time he would arrive after a good 6 months.
Just as she was giving herself a cursory look in the mirror, gleaming with happiness , the phone rang.
As she sat motionless after the call for hours in the quiet house , her 3 course lunch went cold , just like her heart. It was the ever familiar news , but she never imagined it would get delivered like this , again.
The senior official at the other end was curt and purposeful , like the doctor who delivers news of patients who’ve passed away on operating table . Like a swift blow , avoiding a lingering pain.
Her son , just like his father chose the path of eternal glory. Swept away in an avalanche while protecting the peaks of lands unknown while the world slept in their warm blankets last night.
After the last rites would be over , no one would remember him & he’ll be another statistic to them . Just like his father.
She always wondered , how they said the brave hearts protecting the borders were unbreakable , unwavering , unshakeable even in the face of death. She spoke from experience when she thought it’s their families who fight the lonely battle with life when they were gone .
Death didn’t break her – not once , not twice .She was the one who was unbreakable.
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