Friday, September 28, 2012


Not knowing how Atreya is doing, not being able to contact him, not being able to relax even for a second, living with fear that doesn't listen to reason, not being able to get rid of this knot in the stomach even when sharing a laugh with Aloka- this is the most trying time for me. I don't like it one bit. It is not good.

Even though he is a peace-time and temporary soldier, I now understand what all the mothers and fathers of soldiers go through when their sons are away in the battlefield. 

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