A love story in J&K and that guy who has loved and only loved


Born and brought up in a joint family in Bhubaneswar, Odisha, he wanted to make it big. All that he aspired for was some true perception on what he had always been. Despite the pampering, he thought he should be a name ignoring his past. He saw Lakshya directed by Farhan Akhtar and his zeal got an impetus.

He wanted to join the Army. He spoke to his parents and FINALLY, they gave in because their son was obstinacy personified. Stubborn with too much of rigidity, his parents felt, he would only make a mess of himself. But the guy was in no mood to surrender. He did what he had to do.

Not to say, “I lost,” he studied defence, foreign policies and even tested himself facing critics whose only agenda was to humiliate him. Finally, he got a posting in, of all places Srinagar. His parents were scared that an assignment in Kashmir would  not do him any good. But he didn’t surrender. He took it up and before leaving, he told his parents, “Baba and Maa, before I die, let me say to you that I love you and am sorry for the problems you have had to face for me.”

Responsibilities in hand, he hardly had time for himself. But one Friday afternoon, when he was at a market, he spotted a woman buying vegetables. A boy aged around five started saying, “Ammi bhook laga hai (Mother, I am hungry).” A guava landed at the child’s feet. The soldier bought one and gave it to the kid.  “Ammi, dar lagta hai (Mother, I am scared.),” the kid said and rushed to her mother.

The pain in his mother’s eyes and the coercive portrayal of eternal  happiness somewhere led him to conclude that there was problem in paradise. Some probing and the truth was unveiled. “Bechari ka husband is untraceable. Nobody knows where he is,” said an elderly neighbour.

He never had the guts to talk to her. But deep down even on the job, her painful face trying to put up a happy front struck him. While exercising one day, HER face made its presence in his life and he was in tears. One fine morning, he went to the market looking for her but she was nowhere to be seen. He spoke to several people just to reach out to her. But, nobody had an answer.

He returned to his camp and for days he slogged and slogged. HER face was not to be forgotten, but his nation had expectations from him. He did what he had to i.e. fight and fight to protect the borders of his country. Twice he was shot at, but he survived. Two operations and he took little time to recover and join his colleagues.

One fine evening, as he was on his way to his camp, he saw HER. She was smiling and it was evident she was happy. As he tried to approach her on some pretext, a guy appeared. And her reaction was like, “Where were you?” He was in a car and she left without even looking back because she had finally found the person who loved her the most.

The days of agony were over. Better days had finally made their way into her heart. And SHE was happy! He had no idea who he was. Was he her husband? He did think of finding it out, but later refrained.

For him, it’s all that he wanted. “That genuine smile on HER face. She was happy and nothing else mattered.” He was back to his tent. His friends asked him why he was so happy. And his answer was, “SHE is happy na, so am I.” And they dared not to ask any more question because they saw that his face was glowing. They had no clue because he had kept his feelings to himself. Yet, one of them shouted, “Dada is smiling but still he isn’t.” For the him, it’s that smile on her face that he wanted to spot. And he derived pleasure out of it. It’s all that he wanted. And HER body language inside the car had the answer.

Being happy for the one you love is more important than aspiring to win her heart. This is true love.

(This is a work of fiction)


About digantaguha

To introduce myself, I am a journalist, blogger and have also taught Political and Sports Journalism in the Future Media School in Kolkata. I am currently working with Sports News Crunch as a Consulting Editor and as a Guest Faculty at the Techno India University. Over all, I have around 15 years of experience as a journalist having worked with esteemed publications like Hindustan Times, Business Standard, The Pioneer and others. You can contact me at diganta2211@gmail.com. Diganta Guha
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