My Army Sunday

That one particular day that I have loved since my very childhood. The day when you are away from the world and close to your family, only your home sweet home.

It’s a Sunday midnight today and the next morning will mark the beginning of another Monday. Another set of days which I will have to pass through just to make it to another ‘Sunday”

Sundays still bring me closer to my home, they bring me to you.
The moment the clock strikes 12 on a Saturday shimmery night, the beats shoot up, the ears crave for the voice and the eyes awaits that one particular picture flashing on the screen… and the heart, the heart waits to gulp in that loving voice, all at once. That voice which is equally frustrated but makes sure that I smile.

I didn’t realise when had I become this punctual, two rings and the call was received already. Eyes shining bright, face gleaming with happiness, and the lips curved more than ever as if I had received all that I had ever asked for.

It was a Sunday today and now since it is over the wait for another is already in play.

Waiting has now become an important part of this monotonous life of mine and somehow it is beautiful. Its depths and secrets are so unknown, mysterious and undiscovered. It is an obtuse part of loving you which came in hand right when I had chosen this, chosen dating a guy in the military. And trust me, waiting has its own charm…

I don’t know when the day will arrive when each week day will be a Sunday, when I will be allowed to ring him up at 2 in the night or 4 in the evening and tell him how much I miss him, when I would be awake till 3 talking to you and not waiting for you, when the distance will perish away and you will be right here, right here by my side and telling me “we made it through.. “

The day shall arrive soon and this tough phase shall pass away too.

Till then let’s admire the lengths of these miles,
Let’s cherish the long week before a calming Sunday,
Let’s conquer the craving and less the love,
Let’s love the tears and the sorrow,
Let’s make it through another long week,
Hoping for this Sunday will arrive a bit sooner than the last one…

Because later in time when we will look back, these will be our happy memories, yours and mine happy memories, memories of distance and love.

And then I could proudly say it out loud, “yes Sundays, Sundays bring me closer to my home, like always…”

-Nivedita Singh