to this day, I don't know what to say...everyday it aches to know that our soilder is fighting at the border, away from his family and getting involved in this human messed things...this is just a short story, I wanna dedicate to my soilders:

there was a 8 year boy whose name was chintu...he was a cute bubbly boy with a good attitude..his parents were the same and probably he got that attitude from them...he was not that good in his studies but he was very talented in sports and his writing was good as well...his teachers and parents used to encourage him alot...he was very happy with his life but he never had any pride about it...

on the other side, there was this 17years old boy whose name was vijay...he lost his father when he was just 11..his father...