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-18- A Soldier's Wife's Diary

Title: "A Soldier's Wife's Diary"

February 14, 2008
Dear Diary,

Today is Valentine's Day. The world celebrates love, but my heart feels heavy. It's been six months since Sidharth left us. The memories are still so fresh, like it happened just yesterday. I remember his smile, the way he used to look at me with those deep, loving eyes. He was more than just a soldier; he was my everything.

Sidharth and I met in college. He was the handsome, quiet guy in the back of the class, always lost in his thoughts. Little did I know that he was dreaming of serving the nation, of protecting us. Our love story was like a fairytale. We had our ups and downs, but his love was my anchor. I still remember the day he proposed. It was under the starry sky, by the lake. He promised to love me forever, and I believed him.

Forever was supposed to be longer than this.

April 1, 2008
Dear Diary,

Today was tough. Abhimanyu had his first day at the new school. He asked about his father, about why he isn't here to take him to school like the other dads. I tried to be strong, to explain to him that his father is a hero, that he saved many lives, and that he's watching over us. But how do you explain such things to a seven-year-old? How do you make him understand the sacrifice?I still remember the day Sidharth left for his final mission. It was a cold morning in November. He hugged me tight and whispered, "I'll be back soon." But he never came back. Instead, I received a folded flag, and a letter saying he died a hero, saving his comrades.

Life has been hard without him. Every corner of this house, every little thing reminds me of him. The way he used to hum old Bollywood songs while making tea, the way he used to read stories to Abhimanyu before bed. I miss him so much it hurts.

July 26, 2008
Dear Diary,

Today marks Kargil Vijay Diwas, a day of pride and remembrance. It's been almost a year since Sidharth's sacrifice. The Army honored him posthumously with the Vir Chakra. Abhimanyu and I attended the ceremony. He looked so much like his father in his little suit, standing tall, holding my hand.As they called out Sidharth's name, I felt a mix of pride and sorrow. Pride for the brave man he was, and sorrow for the void he left in our lives. I stood there, holding the medal, feeling its weight, both literal and emotional. It's a reminder of his bravery, but also of the price we paid.

Abhimanyu is growing up so fast. Sometimes, I see glimpses of Sidharth in him – the way he smiles, the way he's always curious and asking questions. I want to tell him everything about his father, about how he was not just a soldier, but a man full of love, passion, and dreams. But I don't know where to start.

October 15, 2008
Dear Diary,

Today is Sidharth's birthday. He would have turned 35 today. Abhimanyu and I made a cake, just like we used to when Sidharth was with us. Abhimanyu insisted on decorating it with little toy soldiers. "Papa would have liked it," he said with a sad smile.

We visited Sidharth's grave, placing flowers and the cake there. I told Abhimanyu stories about his father, about how he loved cricket, how he always won the arm wrestling matches with his friends, and how he never gave up on anything.Abhimanyu listened with wide eyes, absorbing every word. I could see the determination in his eyes, the same determination that Sidharth had. He told me, "Mumma, when I grow up, I want to be a soldier like Papa." My heart swelled with pride and fear. I hugged him tight, whispering a silent prayer for his safety.