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- For I'm an Indian Soldier🇮🇳

  • anahitadubey13
  • Aug 18, 2024
  • 2 min read

The sound of the zipper reverberates in the empty room,

It feels like I just came back yesterday, how can it be time 

to leave so soon?

The wind carries their laughter to my ears, 

it takes me more strength than I have to 

hide the tears. 


I know it's wrong to feel a sense of betrayal, 

but I'm forced to leave again and succumb 

to inhumane warfare.


Sometimes I wonder why I ever chose this 

thankless road, why couldn't I be the one 

safely sitting in my abode?


After all, 


What have my brothers and sisters ever done 

for me? Except make box-office hits and show

 theatrical sympathy? They think by doing so 

they understand me, and the weight of the 

countless lives I carry.


Everyday on the battlefield, it's not easy - but I 

make it through the rough terrain despite 

the responsibilities that burden me.


Fear and doubt, they still creep up on me, 

after all, I'm just a simple human being.

But the moment I stare into the eyes of 

the enemy, I'm reminded of why I chose 

this dream.


I am not doing this for eternal glory, or the 

hope that one day you might make my life a movie.

I'm doing this out of a sense of loyalty - 

love, respect and admiration for the soil that birthed me.


I will be grateful for your gratitude, but that 

doesn't mean that without it, I won't protect you. 

After all, this is not just a job - but my sacred duty.


I will happily carry the weight of your life on my shoulder, 

all I ask is that you respect me and make my sacrifice worthy

 - for I'm an Indian Soldier.


So I'll leave the ones I love once again, and stand 

shoulder by shoulder with my fellow men. 

I will hoist the tricolor on the highest mountain, 

or come back home in its soft embrace. 

And my kids might forget me when they get older, 

but I'll still trudge on 

- for I'm an Indian Soldier. 

 
 
 

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Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I’m Anahita Dubey — a girl with a playlist for every emotion, despite being hilariously tone-deaf. Life, to me, has always felt like a messy first draft — tangled in debate notes, half-packed travel bags, marathon routes, physics equations, and movie quotes I probably take way too seriously.

Through this blog, I’m writing my way through the chaos — sharing stories from the beautiful, uncomfortable, soul-stretching moments that have shaped me. I write not because I have all the answers, but because I’m still figuring it out. I believe there's something universal in our personal messes, and maybe you'll see a bit of yours in mine.

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