Chalte Chalte Mere Yeh Geet Yaad Rakhna

A regular Monday morning would be filled with the hustle and bustle of the office routines, and catching the school buses, for any other house of the colony, but for the Sharma’s, it was just like any other weekend.

Murlidhar Sharma, the head of the family was, now a retired general. His wife, Kalawati was a homemaker. Another addition to the family, for a year now, was Sudha, wife of the only son of Murlidhar and Kalawati, Shekhar, who was a soldier in the Indian Army.

The ‘arranged’ marriage Shekhar and Sudha has not deterred the couple from being ‘love birds’ for one another.

When Shekhar was leaving the house, he had gifted Sudha a radio.

“A radio!”, she had surprisingly exlaimed while unboxing the gift wrapper.

“Yes dear, every evening, when you tune in to this radio, I will dedicate one song to you, that way even when I’m in a rough terrain, where I can’t contact you, I would still be able to communicate my feelings for you through my dedicated song.”

As wished by Shekhar, Sudha would tune in to that particular radio station, which would dedicate songs from the Army soldiers to their loved ones.

And each day, there would be a special request by Shekhar, for his beloved wife, Sudha.

She would cherish every syllable of those lyrics and would feel the proximity of Shekhar.

“The neighboring country attacked the army on the side of the border. Many our soldiers have been reported to be martyred due to this…”, as this news flashed in the news channel, the next day, the whole family grew worried. It was the same contingent in which Shekhar was present to safeguard the country.

They tried reaching him, but all their efforts turned futile.

Sudha took out her radio, and waited for the sun to set, in the hope that Shekhar would devote a song to her today too. An hour or so passed by. Grief-stricken, she was now confident that she would never get to see the face, that she had fallen in love with.

Just as she was about to shut it, the voice on the radio said, “We have a special request from Shekhar, one of the soldiers, who along with his troop had managed to damage all the enemies’ camp and had a narrow escape. He is presently admitted to the hospital but is in a stable state. He has requested us to dedicate this loving song to his wife and family members.”

And the song started playing – Chalte Chalte Mere Yeh Geet Yaad Rakhna…Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna…Kabhi Alvida Na Kahna

Sudha rushed towards the radio and the other family members followed her.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person living or otherwise may be purely coincidental

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