I was at the station. Running and walking anxiously. My eyes were searching for him. All through the long way I saw wounded and healthy men with radiating smiles at their families. My eyes were fatigued. My cheeks turned crimson . It was about a year since I met him. Today, he was to come home. I kept on my search. The vendors went past me . The announcements were made . But I remember nothing. All that I needed was him. It was when my eyes met another pair I stopped.
" Aren't you Sen's wife?".
"Yes I am. Do you know where is he?".
He looked low.
"He was martyred."
I was about to collapse when our one year old son pulled my hand.
~Harpoonel
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