15 January, I arrived from my system. While in the shuttle, I’m brooding about my mom, “I knew I upset you mom when I promised that I will live with you for at least 2 months and I didn’t, but you know about my workload.”
I also promised my old man to support him in taking care of our little roof garden but I failed in that too. Its 6:00 AM, I step out of the taxi and head towards my beautiful home. I can hear my mom’s voice, scolding my dad for not getting coriander leaves from the grocery store. I chuckled.
Knock-knock, my dad opens the door. I can see tears rolling out of his eyes. I stun him I suppose, for a minute I thought he is playing the statue game with me but then papa is too old for that. He hugged me with love and affection, without a single word. I told no one about my arrival, but I think the angels betrayed me and conveyed the secret to mom.
My mom is acting like a child, she is crying, smiling and also warning me by saying “abki bar jaldi gaya toh teri tanghein tord dungi”. Mom can understand my shock and she touches my head with her soft hand. I can’t hide my tears anymore. Devil… Devil… Devil!!! From nowhere Devil (my dog) jumps on me and starts licking my hands. I can see the pain of separation in his eyes as well, he is also scolding, I could almost hear him saying, "Don’t you dare leave again, or else I will eat your brand new running shoe”.
My mom had cooked a great meal for me and just to make sure I’m eating, she stands on my right side with a stick, just like she did during my childhood. You can be the general of anywhere but your mom is always your captain.
By seeing so much love and affection in the eyes of my family, I couldn’t gather enough courage to tell them that I’m here for just 15 days. My old man and I planted some flowers in our small roof garden; mom is making her famous “GAAJAR KA HALWA” with extra dry fruit.
I don’t know when these bloody 15 days got over. As usual, no one knows about my plan. I was packing my luggage in the midnight, but it seems angels betrayed me again. I can sense someone is crying. Obviously its mom, and convincing her is a tough job. But somehow I managed to do that.
Next morning I’m all set to join my duty again, I promised my family that I will come back soon. But this time, it seems God is serious about it. On 21st February 2015 my team had an encounter with 7 terrorists. They were good but not as much as we were. We sent them to heaven. But I got several shots in the chest as well. I kept my promise that I made to my family at last. One last visit to my lovely home, but this time, wrapped in my country’s flag.