The Wait.

This photo conveys an important message, dedicated to those who put their lives forward to save countless lives behind the fence which they crossed and left behind bravely. It is dedicated to those who remember the face of their children who hardly recognise them, as they return home only once, or if lucky, twice a year. It is dedicated to those who rely on this one piece of equipment to listen to the voice of their wives and children who are miles away from them while they face enemies every day.

For most of the soldiers who serve our country in the most noble way, this telephone is the only way of communicating with their families. It's the only way for them to receive good as well as bad news. It's the only way for them to know about what's happening in the country they serve.

Months into the mission that called him to serve the country on the border, he receives a call from his wife who's so happy to just listen to the hello of her husband after several attempts to contact him were being rejected by intermediate officers who stressed on the importance of him being focussed on the mission, and the potential distraction this call could bring into his mind. He, is happy to hear that he's become a dad, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who fears that the child would mean that he'd spend less hours at work and make lesser money. A sense of family responsibility that looks to occupy his mind is strictly and stringently rejected and supressed by his love for the nation, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who dissmisses it, fearing responsibility. He cuts the call and returns to the field, as duty calls, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, whos does the same, but annoyed at his wife because it's a girl child. A few months later, he returns home, with medals on his chest, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who returns home every night with stress and frustration on his face. He was royally escorted in the grandest manner, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who himself opens the door and enters, because his wife never waits for him and goes to sleep. The whole nation praised him, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who's blamed for forgetting his wife's birthday. Every single person saluted him for his bravery, his determination, his courage, and most importantly, his choice, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who was hated by his daughter for always shouting and never spending time with her. He chose to sacrifice his desires in life and give priority to his country, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who chose to run behind money and achieve nothing in life. He chose to take up this job with his father, mother, lover and the whole family strongly against him doing so, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who took up the job and sent his parents to the old age home just because his wife complained that they were too old and needed too much care that she was too tired of giving. He chose to not follow the crowd that enjoys the joyful lie, but rather go to the border and suffer the painful truth, unlike his friend who's working in an air conditioned corporate office, who chose the crowd. The wife sees him- proud of the medals and the respect he's earned in the whole society, and sad to see his eyes that will never reopen again. Sad to see his coffin covered in the Tiranga. Worried of having to raise the child as a widowed mother. Sad, having to live the rest of her life as a widow who's 28 years old, unlike unlike his friend's wife who's watching TV in her air conditioned home, having sent the child to a day care school even though she doesn't work.

I think people like him deserve to live.