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//हमको मिली हैं आज, ये घड़ियाँ नसीब से
जी भर के देख लीजिये हमको क़रीब से
फिर आपके नसीब में ये बात हो न हो
फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो
लग जा गले कि फिर ये हसीं रात हो न हो
शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो//
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20th April 2019, Chandigarh
9 PM
Dear Diary,
Time continued to slip away, and before we knew it, we had been married for five months.
My once-gloomy life suddenly blossomed with joy on the day of my birthday, when the door knocked unexpectedly, and through it strode a 6 feet 4 inches tall man holding my favorite carnations.
Kabir.
"Happy Birthday, darling!" he exclaimed, wrapping me in a warm embrace.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "Thank you, Kabir!"
"How old are you? Crying over every little thing!" he said adoringly, wiping my tears.
Kabir's presence filled the room with an aura of warmth that we miss during his deployments.
The air buzzed with excitement as we headed to a cozy, upscale restaurant known for its delectable cuisine to celebrate my birthday.
The night unfolded into a symphony of laughter and chatter, with both our families bonding over stories, sharing jokes, and relishing the sumptuous dishes. It was a delightful experience to see our parents and siblings blend seamlessly, as if they had known each other for ages.
Kabir's dad suddenly raised his glass and said, "To our wonderful daughter-in-law, who brings light into our lives and joy into our hearts."
My father nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face, and added, "To our amazing son-in-law, whose dedication and love have earned our utmost respect."
All of us clinked our glasses while Kabir and I held hands under the table, his thumb caressing my palms.
My birthday cake soon arrived, a work of art with candles flickering atop. I stood at the center of the table, surrounded by my family and my loving husband, Kabir. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.
Kabir whispered in my ear, "Make a wish, my love."
I closed my eyes, made a silent wish, and then blew out the candles. Cheers and applause erupted, and I couldn't contain my excitement.
With a bright smile, I took the knife and carefully cut the cake. As I looked around at the faces around, I could not help but feel overwhelmed by love.
Kabir cut a slice of the cake and lovingly fed it to me. "I love you, jaan," he whispered while wrapping his arms around me, placing a sweet kiss on my temple.
"The day became special because of your presence. Thank you for coming. I'm so happy," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
"You deserve all the happiness in the world," he replied, his eyes filled with affection.
One by one, I fed each family member a bite of cake, and they embraced me warmly, wishing me the best. Their smiles and laughter filled the room with an infectious joy that was impossible to resist.
Later, Kabir and I slipped away from the group, hand in hand, and walked along the bustling streets of Chandigarh.
As we strolled hand in hand, Kabir pulled me close, and under the twinkling stars, he said, "Tonight, it's just us, and the city is our playground."
I smiled, feeling the magic of the moment. "I can't think of a better way to celebrate," I replied, resting my head on his shoulder.
We wandered through the quaint streets, our steps unhurried, and our hearts content. We stopped by a charming boutique, where Kabir insisted on buying me a dress he thought would look perfect on me. His thoughtfulness warmed my heart, and I couldn't resist trying it on.
As I emerged from the fitting room, he gazed at me with admiration. "You look breathtaking," he said, his eyes filled with desire.
Blushing, I responded, "Only because you make me feel that way."
We continued our journey, stumbling upon a little dessert café tucked away in a hidden alley. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and the sight of colorful macarons drew us in. We indulged in an assortment of treats, sharing bites and laughter as we savored each sweet moment.
Outside the café, Kabir pulled me into a warm embrace. The city around us faded into the background as I whispered, "This is such a beautiful night."
He whispered, "The night is beautiful , because you're a part of it."
I melted into his arms, my heart racing. "I love you.," I confessed.
Kabir's lips met mine in a passionate kiss, sealing our love beneath the starry sky. The world disappeared, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating dance of our love.
Our night continued with more adventures-finding a hidden garden, sharing secrets under the moonlight, and finally, ending up on a quiet pier by the river. Hand in hand, we watched the shimmering reflection of the moon and city's lights on the water, grateful for this cherished time together.
With a heart full of love, I replied, "This is the best birthday I've ever had, thanks to you."
Kabir whispered, "I am so glad I got to celebrate your birthday."
I smiled and said, "May we have many such opportunities!"
Underneath the star-studded canvas of the night sky, we shared one more kiss, a promise that our love would continue to shine as bright as the stars above.
When we returned home, our footsteps quieter, we entered our bedroom. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, casting a romantic glow. Kabir approached me with a mysterious smile and handed me a beautifully wrapped gift.
With a teasing grin, he said, "A little something for the birthday girl."
I carefully but hurriedly unwrapped the gift to find a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a moon that glistened like the stars.
Kabir smiled as he took the necklace and gently fastened it around my neck, whispering, "A chaand for my chaand."
My eyes welled up with tears as I said, "This is perfect, Kabir."
I pulled him close and our lips met in a tender kiss.
As we pulled away, Kabir whispered, "There's one more gift." He reached for an envelope on the bedside table and handed it to me.
Curiosity piqued, I opened the envelope to find two plane tickets to a destination that had always been on our bucket list- Andaman and Nicobar Islands. My eyes widened with delight, and I looked at him with astonishment.
Kabir's eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared, "I thought we could steal some time away, just the two of us."
I hugged him tightly, expressing my excitement, "I am thrilled! Your time is the best gift, Kabir."
He smiled and continued, "I'm glad you feel that way. But there's another reason I planned this trip. You know, our proper honeymoon, it's still pending, isn't it?" His fingers, warm and tantalizing, caressed my arms, sending shivers of desire coursing through me. His voice, a soft, seductive whisper, added to the intimate atmosphere in the room.
I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting the same yearning that burned within him. "Our proper honeymoon," I echoed, my voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I can't wait."
"Good!", he said as he pulled me in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.
In the depths of the night, our bodies intertwined, as we embarked on a journey of love and desire. Time seemed to stand still as our hearts beat in sync, our souls merging into one.
The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of whispered words, soft sighs, and the rhythmic symphony of their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, ignited a fire within us, a flame that burned with an intensity like never before.
We explored each other's bodies with a hunger that could only be sated by the other's touch. And as the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, we lay tangled in each other's arms.
We were set to depart on our trip five days after my birthday.
During those remaining days, we leisurely strolled through Chandigarh's streets, paying visits to family and friends, exploring various restaurants, embarking on romantic dates, indulging in retail therapy, cooking together, engaging in board games, and meticulously planning for the upcoming adventure.
In essence, we seized every available moment, attached at the hip, immersing ourselves in love and joy by day, and as night fell, our bodies intertwined, igniting a fiery crescendo of passion and desire.
Everything was going superb!
But, life unexpectedly threw a curveball at us!
Kabir's leave was abruptly suspended, and he had to promptly return to his duties. Things were far from smooth at the border, with ongoing intrusions causing concern.
Our plans crumbled on the very day we were meant to depart for Andaman, the same day Kabir had to return to his duty. The bag that was initially packed for our romantic trip was hastily repacked, now filled with everything he needed to resume his responsibilities.
This time, when Kabir prepared to leave, I couldn't restrain myself, and I begged him to stay.
However, he responded with his million-dollar smile, the very smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat.
He said, "Our country needs me, our motherland needs me, love. You stay strong and keep praying for our country. I'll be back before you even realize I'm gone."
Though his words didn't entirely ease my anxiety, I reluctantly let him go, knowing that duty called, and his commitment was unwavering.
I held onto Kabir tightly, a desperate need to imprint his warmth and presence in my memory.
I hugged him three times. The first time was in our bedroom, where our love had bloomed, and we had shared countless intimate moments. Clinging to him, I traced the familiar contours of his back, as if trying to etch every detail into my memory.
The second hug took place in the living room, a space filled with the echoes of our shared laughter and cherished memories. Here, I buried my face in his chest, inhaling deeply, hoping to preserve his scent in my senses. His arms wrapped around me were a haven of solace, and I silently wished for time to freeze in that moment.
As we drew closer to the gates of our home, the harsh reality of his departure weighed heavily on me. The thought of parting from him gnawed at my heart, leaving me with an unsettling sensation. We stood there, fingers intertwined, watching the Army Van approach, both of us dreading the inevitable separation.
Before he stepped away, I embraced him once more. His smile and the words, "Bye, jaan," were etched into my heart. I whispered, "Come back soon, Kabir. I'll be waiting to watch the sunrise together."
He kissed my forehead and promised, "I will."
Once the vehicle disappeared from sight, a torrent of overwhelming grief washed over me. The strength that had carried me until that point abandoned me, and I crumpled to the ground. My sobs were uncontrollable, mirroring the turmoil within. My parents-in-law rushed to my side, offering comforting words, but my tears continued to flow, and solace remained elusive.
It was a poignant reminder that the love I had chosen was one that demanded sacrifice, and I bore the weight of that choice with a heavy heart.
The days that followed have been tumultuous. Ever since Kabir's departure, a cloud of fear and worry has settled over me and his entire family. The situation at the country's border has deteriorated significantly, with our nation embroiled in a tense standoff with our neighboring country.
Newspapers and news channels are inundated with articles chronicling the events unfolding at the border. Reports of injury and sacrifice reach us everyday.
It is all too much for me to bear.
We didn't speak to Kabir after he left, save for a letter that arrived ten days after his departure.
In his letter, Kabir had assured us of his well-being and urged us to pray for a swift resolution to the dire situation. He explained that he wouldn't be able to call or send letters regularly and promised to reach out whenever possible. His words provided some comfort, but the gnawing uncertainty about his safety still tormented us.
My heart aches for my love, and I long to know if he truly was fine. But the distance between us makes it impossible to find out.
I yearn to hear his voice, feel his touch, embrace him, and kiss him. I yearn to be with him.
The situation going at the border is a little less than a war, but its repercussions are no less.
When a soldier gets martyred while restoring a situation, they say, he was a brave soul who sacrificed his life for the nation.
But, does the world have an idea of what comes with that one sacrifice?
With that sacrifice, a father and a mother lose their son, a brother and sister lose their sibling, a wife loses her husband, and a child loses his father.
That single sacrifice breaks a family, shatters many dreams, crushes many hopes, and destroys many lives.
These situations have always sent shivers down my spine, but this time, being married to an army officer, the wife of a man whose life was cloaked in uncertainty, I feel an overwhelming fear.
I am immensely scared, awfully scared.
While my husband is fighting against the nation's enemy, I, his wife, am engaged in a battle with fear and loneliness.
Kabir's mom and I pray ceaselessly for his safety, visiting temples every day. At times, we are joined by his father, his siblings, and my own family. All we want is for him and his colleagues to return safely.
Two weeks ago, I hadn't been feeling well. I thought the combined weight of the situation and Kabir's absence had taken a toll on me. My mother-in-law insisted I see a doctor, and that's when my world changed.
A ray of happiness pierced through our gloom.
I was pregnant!
It was difficult to believe. I mean, when had time flown by so swiftly? I had met Kabir, fallen in love, married him, and now, I was going to become a mother to his child. It all felt incredible, wonderfully good.
Getting married and becoming a mother at 27 had never been part of my plan. In fact, even getting married at 30 had not been in my immediate plans. But a chance encounter with a stranger on the streets of Chandigarh had turned my world upside down.
The day I found out, I had written a letter to Kabir. I had wanted to share this news with him personally, but circumstances had other plans.
I wished he could have been here when we received this news.
Everyone in the family is taking excellent care of me, showering me with love and attention, but I couldn't help but miss Kabir.
I miss him terribly.
Kabir managed to call me earlier today, this was the second time we heard from him after the letter he had sent since he left.
Our conversation barely lasted two minutes, but his joy upon hearing the good news was palpable.
He chuckled and said, "Meera, I didn't know you'd give me another promotion so soon."
We exchanged wishes for each other's well-being, and he urged me to take good care of myself. I reciprocated by encouraging him to stay safe and vigilant in his duty. It was a brief conversation, but hearing his voice, even for those fleeting moments, brought warmth and reassurance.
The condition at the border has not changed much. I just hope this new blessing in our life brings lots of happiness to me and Kabir and may God keep my Kabir safe!
Meera
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