Win It For Me My Love

(An inspiring story of love, dedication and commitment)

Meera got a hand written note from her late fiancé which she not only believed in, but she made it a mission to lead the rest of her life. Her precious God gifted life.

"I will live through you until we meet again. So take great care of yourself."

She framed and hung those words of wisdom on her wall so that the number of times it flashed in front of her, she soaked in energy to drift herself over. It was like a heavenly answer to her otherwise underwhelming existence.

All good things comes at a cost.

At Noida, sector 12, being surrounded by people who constantly tell you that your life is going to be filled with woe and anguish, Neeraj was someone who was there to motivate Meera to reconcile with life. He taught her to deal with it even better if people keep ramming that sentence down her throat. So she worked hard trying to prove everyone wrong.

Neeraj was no one to her except a success story. He died young at a young age and left behind the legacy of his undying spirit to Meera and many others who ever he touched upon. It's hard to find such a role model who exuded positivity even after death but Meera was fortunate to have him as her soulmate.

She was just nineteen when she was forced to marry a businessman who never understood her worth. He gave her enough trepidation that she was forced to divorce him within a short span of two and a half years. That wasn't enough, her mother who always encouraged her to study hard so that she can get a stable job to become self sufficient in her life, also died out of heart attack only at the age of fifty.

 She was left with her doting father and an elder brother. Her elder brother Naveen had always been her pillar of support. He was in the army and he took moral and financial responsibility of his sister's education and ailing father.

Like they say, a depressed mind breeds all sorts of sickness in the body, father suffered from psychosomatic disorder. He became numb to emotions, to happiness, to life. Every morning he woke up just to go back to bed again. No amount of persuasion could refill his mind with zeal and hope. Soon father was bed ridden with multiple diseases .

Naveen use to visit home occasionally .It was in june 2012, he got posted in the Kashmir valley for an anti-terror operation. There he met comrade Neeraj Sinha who also was a captain at that time and both the officers were staying close in their given quarters.

In October Neeraj went to Naveen's residence at Noida during the Durga Puja holidays and there he met Meera.

Naveen introduced to Meera

- Meet Meera, my sister I often had been talking to you about. She has been a Major source of inspiration in my life.

As Neeraj directed his intent look, he could not help admiring a girl, an epitome of grace and class. Being so handsome and suave himself, he was able to attract her by his flamboyant nature. Meera subconsciously felt that Neeraj was taking a lot of interest in her. She told him everything about her shocking past.

When two souls stung by mutual love and admiration, then past and future have no meaning. They were drifting close to each other within no time. They both hung around and texted each other constantly.Both were living in a dream. Meera's brother Naveen was aware of it. Already he has seen Meera suffering a lot in the past. So, he was happy for his sister.

As Meera came in touch with Neeraj, her perspective to look at life changed altogether.

He taught her that she should take the lastest of opportunity which comes on her way, even if she is slipping precariously from the top rung of the step ladder. Climb over again. If that's what it takes, let it be. May be we will be hurt and bruised but that hurts way less than being labelled as a fiasco.

God made every human being good at 'something'. Initially it may take some time to find out that 'something.'

Find out your strength.

Believe in it.

Keep going 

because you have to

Until you shine. Every body will just notice your shine and the rest will be blurred .

He also boosted her confidence to opt for the coveted defence service which will be the highest form of service to the nation. She learnt that It was Neeraj's personal dream to be elevated to the rank of colonel. 

Every morning both started with gazing at the captivating pictures of each other. Both would visit places. Days became shorter in discussing about everything under the sun. There was so much curiosity to know each other. Starting from samosa chat to the Navy blue colour, from cinemas to books, from chai stalls to hotels in everything they laughed at the striking similarities and respected each other's contrast opinion as well. Both were completely emerged in each other's consciousness.

Hence both Neeraj and Naveen had a memorable break together and soon they left for reporting for duty. Same year in December, there was a special operation in the Khyber region where Naveen was deployed. Everyone anticipated that it is going to be one of the toughest fight against terrorist. Sensing the risk, Naveen called for Neeraj and handed over a box to him saying that it was the symbol of approval and blessing for both Meera and Neeraj. The box had two diamond rings and an emotional letter for Meera.

That night the operation became a major success. Thirty five militants were killed. But four officers and six jawans laid their lives including Naveen. The nation cried it's heart out to see the young martyrs laying their lives for the sake of the safety and security of our nation. Neeraj himself carried the mutilated body of his friend, comrade and company with shivering hands and a devastated heart. That night the sky cried blood and the earth split into pieces to soak that in. Meera and Neeraj both grieved on each other's shoulder for the whole night. Meera wanted to end her life.

But Neeraj reminded her that no matter how bruised you are, don't be a fiasco...If you are still alive, then God wants you to be. Make the most of it.

He constantly supported and helped Meera to get over her grief and prepare to get into the forces.

Rage and anger boiled in her eyes. She craved for revenge. She made it the only mission in her life to eliminate even an iota of danger that was lurking anywhere in the world against her nation. But life had not had enough until then.

On 29 Nov, 2016 at Nagrota, 15 km. from Kashmir Unit, heavily armed terrorist disguised as police men held women and children as hostage. That hideous day, Neeraj and six other army personnel wete martyred while neutralizing the situation and rescuing 16 civilians in the mission.

Meera was left lifeless after hearing the news. Her eyes got dried by then. She felt the compelling urge to weep her gut out but she couldn't. When the last leaf of hope breaks away, only the bare tree is left behind, people do not want it's ominous existence. She remembered Neeraj handed her Naveen Bhaya's box. She opened it. There was a letter with two rings in it. She read it.

-"Meera, never think that your existence ever dependent on anybody. That's why life Doesn't stop after someone close is gone. That's the reason why dad is still alive even if he Doesn't want to. Those who leave they did their bit. Now you do your bit"

A storm was brewing inside her.She did her bit. People around her showed fake sympathy. Yet she did not lose hope. Society said, no you can't change your fate. She turned it into affirmative. After long years of sheer dedication and hardwork she stood shining like a star. She held the rank of a Colonel in the army and rest faded into oblivion. Her father was the only one alive in the family to bless her that day. Pride swept through his eyes. She stood upright next to her beloved friend Neeraj and felt his words drumming in her chest,

-"You won it for me Meera! You are a true fighter"

The price of winning was of course high for Meera, but so was the reward.