To cage one's own heart willingly...

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I hear a kind of sorrow in that idea, someone so attuned to others that they disappear from their own care. Here’s a poem around that feeling: There lives a soul who reads the ache In trembling smiles that others fake, Who hears the grief in laughter’s sound, And kneels where silent wounds are found. A keeper of unspoken fears, A witness soft to hidden tears, They gather storms from weary skies And hold them gently, asking, “Why?” How strange, how pitiful the art, To know each fracture of a heart, Yet turn no lantern to one’s own, And make of sorrow flesh and bone. For they will calm another’s sea, Whilst drowning where none care to see; Will stitch the wounds on stranger’s skin, Yet leave their own to ache within. They understand too much, perhaps, The grief between affection’s gaps, The trembling guilt, the sharpened shame, The quiet hurt with no true name. And so they bend, and so they stay, To light the dark in others’ way; Till kindness, noble though it seems, Consumes the keeper ...

A Beautiful short story of an Army officer

Story of an Army officer💚

An army personal enters an ATM cabin in Khwaja Bagh area of Baramulla. He withdraws one hundred 
rupees from it, places the note neatly in his wallet. Next day, he returns again and withdraws the 
same amount from the ATM.
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Then he goes on like this for many more days to come. The guard at the ATM notices this wacky act but 
refrains from inquiring about the same, given the old and deep rooted fear of men in uniform. He 
resists for days, few more and many more.
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On a day when there are few civilians around, he musters the courage to ask, for he believes if the 
army personal gets enraged over him, the civilians around will rescue him from his wrath. The guard 
proceeds to ask: “Sahab, Why do you withdraw only hundred rupees from the ATM? Why do you trouble 
yourself on daily basis when you can withdraw a hefty amount that will last for weeks?” .


The army personal rubs his forehead as he looks tired; tucks his trousers properly and before he makes his way out of the cabin, tells the guard who is waiting for the answer anxiously: “The mobile number linked to my bank account is used by my wife at home. When I withdraw cash from the ATM, she gets the message on her mobile phone. This way, she comes to know that her husband is alive”. 💚✌  -Ambivertsyed

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