WARRIOR AT HOME
Google image WARRIOR AT HOME About five hundred miles away from this land, my wife counts every hour on dropping of all sand. She waits for my arrival and I'm thirsty to get a glimpse of her face, I sleep every night with her portrayal in my head. Her chatty brown eyes seems staring me all day, I remember her wavy hair tresses rolling down her face. Heavenly face and her captivating words, can melt anyone from gusty to incurious. Her strong heart has helped me to survive at such a frigid and ruthless site. Staying tough all day long but,night broke me down, I feel powerless as not even her voice can be harked around. No network,no phone booth,no internet is accessible, as here,snow covers the surface all throughout the year. Only a small ATM is there near my bivouac, from where I withdraw some money diurnal. My account is linked with her number, only after getting withdrawal message she could calmly slumber. The message is the witness of my alive, A...