Tri-colour waved with elegance atop the snow-clad mountain. Smile descended on his face conquering the bleeding wounds. The waving flag transported him to a faraway land by river side…
“Why do we have a tri-colour on our ship father?”, quizzed the little boy while walking on the jetty.
“For I am proud to be Indian”, came a reply.
“Why should we be proud of it?”
“Because it’s our motherland, our mother”, said the man walking behind, with a limp.
Jumping on to ship’s deck boy checked, “Have you given anything back to your mother?”
The man stopped in his way. “Right leg. Lost it in the war. You know that”
“What should I be giving her?”
“Yourself, will you?”, checked the father.
Without any hesitation he replied, “I will”
Lying motionless, breathing heavily, he smiled and uttered, one last time, “I did. Jai Hind” The valley echoed it with pride!
Word Count: 150
The waving flag, stood prominently when I was pondering over the prompt this week. It pushed the ship and the serene waters way back, to catch my attention. Before I could know, I had this story ready in my mind. Probably because the spirit of patriotism lies deep rooted in our sub conscious.
At the same time, my attention was drawn to the fact that don’t we owe a lot to all the martyrs, the soldiers, the brave hearts who lay their lives to protect our freedom and security? But, in return, what do we offer them? We take their services for granted. We enjoy the sense of security at the cost of their lives. We fight to have separate flags for states, for special status, for issues that are detrimental to the growth of our country. All this while they face the harsh weather conditions bravely to secure our boundaries.
Lets pause for a moment and introspect our choices before we think or act on matters of national interest and pride. This is the least we can offer..
I am taking part in the #FridayFotoFiction – Weekly Flash Fiction Writing Challenge hosted byTina and Mayuri