Every time that her man in the green uniform is to return,
it is a day of joy for her.
Her mirror becomes her best friend, with whom she giggles,
while getting dressed, excitedly putting glitter on her face.
Through her living room’s net curtains, she peeks every now
and then, eagerly waiting to give that glass of cold water to her tired, sweaty
and bearded husband.
Waiting, proudly, for her man, who is to return after winning
back the honour of his country, fighting at the border front.
She waits and waits, and soon it’s sunset and there is still
no visible sign of him.
She turns to her best friend, the mirror, reflecting, how
the glitter on her face has faded.
Thoughts of accidents that might have occurred, take over her
mind.
She braces herself with a strong heart attitude, now ready
to face a news of any kind.
The ticking of the clock becomes a challenge, a challenge to
pass time.
Just when she is ready to reason with herself and take on
the role of a widow, the knock at the door takes her by surprise.
A surprise she was expecting hitherto, but had given up on.
As she opened the door to feel the pleasure of being a
soldier’s missus again;
her day of joy,
returned.
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