ℬ𝒽𝒶𝓋𝓎𝒶♡ @Bhavya__S - Twitter Profile

I was trained to fight Wars. She was never trained for the kind of battles, she fought every day. When I left for NDA, I was 18. A BOY full of pride, Carrying a steel trunk and dreams. When I got Commissioned, I was 22 : A MAN in uniform. But the day I Married her, I realised the true meaning of courage... Not in Bullets, but in Patience. The first time I got posted to the border, She didn’t cry. She just smiled and said, “Bas phone karte rehna.” And when the phone didn’t connect for days, She still smiled when her parents asked, “Kaisa hai beta?” She’s been smiling through uncertainty ever since. She celebrates #Diwali by herself. Lights diyas in every corner of our small SF quarter... Says it makes her feel I’m home. One year, the electricity went out. She told me later how she sat in darkness, lighting candles one by one, whispering to my Mom : “He must be lighting diyas on the border too.” That night, I was under a tarpaulin tent, eating cold poori and pickle from a dented mess tin. #Karwachauths come and go. She dresses up, puts on sindoor, opens the video call, and smiles through a weak network.. “Main dekh liya, tum khana khao.” The call drops before I can even reply. She handles everything. From paying bills online to fixing the water motor. When the car broke down, she learned to push-start it. When I couldn’t come home for medical emergencies, she sat in the hospital alone, praying to every god she knew. Through it all, she never complains. Not once. She once had a promising career a steady job, her own desk, colleagues, and a sense of independence she had built with quiet pride. But when I got my first peace posting, She made a choice most won’t understand. She left it all behind.. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to be with us. She said, “What’s the point of building a career if it keeps us apart?” Since then, every posting, every move, every new city has been her project .. Rebuilding a home from scratch, Without complaint, Without applause. She keeps my medals polished but tells me softly.. “Don’t bring more medals, if they cost us more years Apart.” I’ve realised that the bravest salute isn’t given on the parade ground.. it’s given silently... ..by a woman waving from a railway platform. They don’t wear stars on their shoulders, but they carry the weight of our absence, With grace. So if you ever meet a soldier, Salute twice .. once for him, and once for his Wife that keeps him strong. Because I may have fought for the Nation, but she fought for my life. And she won every single time. ❤️ To every military wife, YOU are the unseen medal We proudly wear. 🫡 #KarwaChauth2025 ❤️ #Love