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I'm back with another story. This will be a light-hearted one, unlike the previous story. Okay, I will not blabber more. Let's dive into the story.
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Khairiyat pucho, kabhi toh kaifiyat pucho
Tumhare bin deewane ka kya haal hai....
I'm hearing this song on my iPod while sitting at my window seat in the compartment by closing my eyes and feeling the soothing breeze which is hitting my face. This song has recently caught my attention and I'm liking it very much. PONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN, the train honked. Dang!!! It's a horrible sound yaar. Huff! Nevermind. I guess the station is nearby. I should get ready to go out. I started taking out my luggage from beneath the seat and from the upper berth. It's a lot like a LOTTTTTTTT. Thanks to my family who ordered me to bring woollen items and nearly 10 kilograms of dry fruits from Jammu because their logic is: if I will get them then the items will be of good quality. Though the logic is true but carrying extra luggage sucks yaar. No, don't think that I get tired from carrying it, the reason is managing a lot of luggage isn't my cup of tea. But I love to do these things for them, so this struggle is nothing in front of the smiles the family gives me especially my mother's smile. I wish I could stay with them but the nation comes first. While I was thinking all these the train came to a halt near the platform. I quickly got down along with my loads of luggage and started walking towards the exit.
'Yaatrigan kripya dhyaan Dein, Jammu se aane wali Jhelum express platform number 2 pe aa chuki hai...' the electronic voice announced while I exited from the said platform and started searching my family. Then suddenly I felt someone hugging me from behind with the warmth for which I was craving for since long. Yes, it's my Maa! I turned around and saw that tears are rolling down her cheeks but a content smile still etched on her face. I immediately took her into a bear hug and happy tears started rolling down from my eyes as well. We are meeting each other after a long time. She pulled away and started peppering a lot of Kisses on my face and again hugged me. I wiped off my tears and saw Papa behind Maa with glassy eyes while hugging her. I signalled him a no by shaking my head and he started blinking away the brimming tears. Fathers don't show their feelings but they do care and love their children like mothers. After sometime composing myself I pulled away and wiped Maa's tear stricken face and said," Now I'm here so no more tears. Okay! Now please stop being Nirupa Roy and give me your beautiful Madhubala style smile. Come on! I need to meet Papa as well, Come on be fast." She smiled and slapped my arms saying," Badmash! Go meet him. When did I stop you? Han?" I placed a kiss on her forehead and then strode away towards Papa bending to get a blessing. He stopped me mid-way and took me into his embrace and mumbled," Welcome back Major!" smiling from ear to ear. I felt the proud father taking over the father who longed for his child, whom I saw a minutes ago. Pulling away we exchanged some talks about my journey and headed out of the station. The cab was already there and we got into it heading towards home.
I'm so happy to be back here to my family and my hometown Pune. A lot has changed here but the essence is still intact. Oops! I haven't introduced myself yet. Dang! In the happiness of meeting Maa and Papa, I completely forgot about it. Hey! I'm Major Sushant Rathore, posted in Udhampur Sector of J&K. And for the time being, I'm on holiday now so no more work talks. No, don't think that I'm that type of strict and grumpy Major as shown in Bollywood films rather I'm a very happy go lucky guy full of love for the country. I'm a person full of drama and nonsensical talks when I'm off duty. You will get to see that don't worry. We are now heading towards home and I'm pretty much excited to surprise my little sister Shruti as I have informed only my parents about my arrival. I'm gonna scare the daylights out of her. Hahahahahaha *laughing evilly*
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