Journey

ஏன் வந்தது கண்ணோரமாய் வெப்பம் வெப்பம் பெண் வந்ததும் பெண் வந்ததும்

 தீ வந்தது பூ கண்களில்
தீ வந்தது ஏன் வந்தது ஏன் வந்தது
கண்ணோரமாய் வெப்பம் வெப்பம்
பெண் வந்ததும் பெண் வந்ததும்
உன் சூழலில் சத்தம் சத்தம்

A SHORT CHAPTER ALERT

Sipping onto the semi salty Kashmiri pink tea, he stood with a forlorn look. He turned and glanced at her direction. Seeing her all engrossed with her family, for sure answering his annis and amma, the scene looked too surreal and dreamy.

He had given up the hope of this scene almost more than half a decade ago...

But fate and destiny had some other plan in his life.

"Vaazhka epo nama pecha ketichu" was so true when it came to him.

Nothing ever happened in his life as planned.

If he wished for moon, he was given stars.

So was his personal and professional life.

Sitting in his cabin, going through the file which was written "CONFIDENTIAL" in block letters, he was working like just any normal day.

He read through the entire file and stamped with a seal.

This was going to be a major change he was sure and he was looking forward to it.

"sir, the press is here" came a voice from one of his subordinate.

"Am coming subedar" was his stern reply.

"Pass the file to Major" was his command before going to meet the press. He seriously hoped the press person was someone sensible, and don't point the attack on the poor intelligence information.

He was done answering the same to everyone, all thanks to the attack that happened and martyred 5 soldiers on the very new year eve, and he had been busy with the explanations from so on.

Before entering the room allocated for the press, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind, he didn't want to get his first memo for disciplinary actions.

He stepped into the hall and looked at the hall filled with so many journalist, all ready to scrutinize him.

"Good morning everyone" he greeted everyone in general.

"Morning Sir, but I really don't understand how you could leisurely tell your greeting, when 5 soldiers lost their life due to lack of intelligence report.

How could you sir?" was the very first question he was bombarded with.

Though the question, threw him off the guard, why does the voice sound so familiar he thought"

"Captain, what do we take of your silence" was the next question.

He tried peeping to see who it was.

"Miss?" he started in a doubtful way.

"Miss Mullai from CNN" and he stood frozen.

"What the fuck" came out of his mouth as an involuntary response, which resonated through the mike.

"Mind your words captain" came her voice, joined with other reporters.

But her words couldn't be completed.

She saw the guy who ruled her heart, stand before him in the prestigious Army Uniform.

"Kadhir" the words slipped out of her mouth.