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“फौजियों के जीवन को एक बात सबसे अलग बनाती है कि हम किसी स्थान को सैलानी की तरह नहीं, स्थायी निवासी की तरह देखते हैं। अढ़ाई-तीन वर्ष के लिए किसी जगह पर स्थायी निवासी की तरह रहना और फिर नई जगह पर वहां का बाशिंदा बन कर पहुँचना...।”

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आई डोन्ट लाइक यू

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“Anyway, the MI-17 made for one hell of a ride. It was a monstrous chopper, more like an armoured tank in the sky. Th e insides had a few metal seats on either side. First-come-fi rst-served, you sat wherever you found space. The mothers took the seats and the brats sat on the cold metal floor, among camouflage-green nets, wooden boxes and miscellaneous military cargo. As the chopper rose, I peered at my father waving from the small helipad made by plateauing a mountain top with the Army’s engineering expertise. Some moments stay with you forever. Th is particular one has stood the test of time. As we fl ew off to the safest military base, I stuck my nose against the tiny window and kept waving back till my father became an olive-hued speck on the concrete helipad.”

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