Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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An army family doesn’t just live together,
it learns, quietly, how to live apart.
Our children did not grow up by calendars.
Birthdays, festivals, small celebrations,
they arrived not on dates,
but with his leave,
with the sound of a door opening,
with the presence we had been waiting for.
I still remember that sound,
the sudden tring-tring of the landline,
and the rush of little feet and even faster hearts.
Three minutes.
To gather a month of love into a few trembling words.
To speak, to laugh, to belong.
And sometimes, in the middle of it all,
the line would fall silent.
We learnt early,
love does not always get the luxury of time.
And yet, there were moments when life took us closer to his world.
Places where we learnt to breathe,
and then to breathe a little deeper, just to find enough air.
Places where ice had to be melted
just to gather a handful of water.
Places of harsh, unrelenting heat,
and places of quiet, breathtaking beauty.
And sometimes,
just absence.
But we also had our share of joy,
a few years of togetherness,
greener pastures,
moments where life felt almost ordinary.
In his absence, two little children continued to grow,
while in his heart, they remained the same.
But time does not wait at borders.
It carried them forward,
into strength, into dreams, into wings of their own.
Until one day, without announcement,
they outgrew the waiting.
And somewhere between those years,
a quiet voice seems to echo
“Papa, I’m not a kid anymore,
I just grew up waiting for you.”
Today, he returns.
Not to the noise he left behind,
but to a home gentler in its silence,
to an almost empty nest,
to me,
With the years I have lived, stories I have gathered,
and moments I now hold softly, ready to be told.
Yesterday, as I saw him in his uniform for the last time,
something within me stood still.
There was pride, deep and unwavering.
There was an ache, quiet but undeniable.
And there were goosebumps
the kind only our flag can awaken.
And in that moment,
my heart whispered a quiet gratitude to the Almighty,
for every unseen protection,
for every answered prayer,
for bringing him home, safe.
For those who have loved the nation not as a word,
but as a way of life,
this moment is never easy.
But perhaps service was never just the uniform.
Perhaps it was always the spirit,
finding new meaning, new purpose, new paths.
So today, we do not stop.
We simply learn to walk differently.
Because a soldier may step away from the field,
but the nation never steps out of him.
And some duties,
are not left behind,
they are carried, for life.
Simi
The sky chose today
to speak in a softer voice,
not thunder, not a storm,
but a gentle rain
falling like unspoken words.
As if even the heavens knew
this was no ordinary morning.
We walked beside you,
not only as a wife,
not only as children,
but as quiet witnesses
to a life lived in courage,
shaped by duty,
and carried with unwavering grace.
Your uniform held more than rank,
it carried our waiting,
our hushed dinners,
our steady smiles
through nights of uncertainty.
And today,
as the medals come to rest
and the salutes begin to fade,
the rain arrives,
as if to soften
what our hearts cannot conceal.
The children stand taller today,
not because you retire,
but because they finally see
the weight of the man
they have always called father.
And I…
I stand beside you,
not letting go,
only holding you differently
with years reflected in my eyes
and a lifetime resting in my heart.
Let it rain.
Let it fall where words fall short.
For some endings
are not meant to be dry,
they are meant
to be deeply felt.
An Army Wife
The tree stood still through passing years,
watching seasons come and go.
A young vine wrapped its hopeful arms
and chose the path to grow.
No noise, no hurry marked their way,
just sunlight drawing near.
And quietly among the leaves flowers appeared.
Simi
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.
The boldest thing I built was not of wood or stone,
But breaking walls of doubt I’d called my own.
With patient hands I shaped what I could be,
A steadier soul, designed deliberately.
Who are your favorite people to be around?
The ones who carry sunlight in their tone,
Who make even ordinary moments feel like home.
They laugh from the heart, no pretense, no ploy,
I stay closest to those who arrive with joy.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
My favorite shoes have weathered sun and frost,
They taught me journeys matter more than what is lost.
Through winding roads where certainty grew thin,
I learned the richest miles are walked within.
Write about your dream home.
My dream home stands where the restless end,
With open skies and hours that bend.
A waterfall slows what the world has spun,
Here, nothing is chased, and nothing is won.
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
I’ve always followed what speaks to me,
Unmoved by trends or borrowed urgency.
What I love holds me, clear and strong,
I’ve never lingered where I don’t belong.
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
The greatest creation our time has seen,
Lives in our palms, quiet, unseen.
It turns divine or deeply hollow,
By the values we choose to follow.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
I wake with light before the rush of day,
Move, breathe, let silence gently lead my way.
I work with heart, then rest as skies turn gray,
Grateful, I sleep, complete in every way.
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