Calm Eyes

Calm Eyes

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Night has progressed as the men continued to climb, their face sweaty in breeze and their mouths panting, while climbing white snow, as fear and pain both descended to their feet. covered in rich boots and eyes flicking through the wrist in which time was ticking by.

It has been two weeks since the news of a deadly blast has shocked the village to which the soldiers belong. The soldiers were conflicted - whether to join back their service or to protect their village first.

It's not the first instance when they had refused to go back to service and made the superiors very clear about their priorities, to the displeasure of their higher ranked officials. But this time they feared that they may be dismissed if they did not get back to their work.


In the aftermath of the blast, however they have been requested by their seniors to stay near their rural community and patrol the higher place for which they were given special clothes and unique salaries to go beyond the hills barring their village from enemies and protect not only the village but it's boundaries which has been recently exposed to threats due to locals using their own striking capacity. Hence this trekking tour had begun in search of militants to snap them off by any means if possible and make the country proud with this secret but exciting expedition.


As the leader commanded for a halt, the lower ranked men peered out into the frosted outline and they came to visualise a spark imitating from a nearby hut which looked so far at first vigil, but in another instant seemed to be next to their feet.

Recognising it to be a trap, the senior fired three bullets and the bombing sensor went down rocketing with heavy clang of chains to the place it belonged where it blasted into puff of smoke and few voices could be heard around.

Asking the troop to be close with their guns out, the leader marched down the hill from where 15 minutes earlier the team had climbed back and they felt tired, but alert all the same.

Witnessing a case of few guns pointing to his back with clanging of same chain whose noise has just echoed the leader changed the move and circling his troop to cover them up, he whispered some quick words of being prepared.

Realising it to be a trap again, the leader fired 2 more bullets and the joint that pressurised the clanging chain broke into pieces with more voices shouting above being heart from inside the place.

It may be the night that was approaching but the adventure is also its speciality and now the troop is in its complete flow as they charge the militants and ready to fire from their guns; Let's see how they defend this.


Three men converged on to a smaller group, while other 2 turned around and started to climb up, with other four on his heels the senior marched straight inside the hut where He found the broken chain and the empty canvas in which the bomb was designed.

The commanding chief knew why it was there. He assured his juniors that it is certainly going to be a trick to lure them into the place.

One more explosive sound, few scuffles and three guns being fired into the sky signalled that other members were safe, bold as well as duelling regularly and the chief ran towards them with his gun held right in front of his arms.

He gestured his following party to climb up, moved with gun pointing outside and fired twice into the air giving a very clear warning to the opponents in whose response another dust of smoke rose into the air showing the capacity of the enemy with bombs loaded and exploding from all sides.


This night seemed to be a terrible one and yet these soldiers were unbreakable in their approach, as they filed together and fired in unison peppering the night with sound of revolvers and machine guns all over, more activities spread the night, continuing its raged battle.

A few opponents came out, threw a grenade and vanished back into the tunnel that joined the clanging chain, explosive gateway and the hut and yet within the air a diversion took place and the senior most chief twisted the technical mode and the bomb targeted to them switched back from the place it came and it shattered into countless pieces.

With that, the commanding soldier party gathered speed and fired more bullets to the opponents who fell on ground one by one crippling into the seeming force.

And yet this wasn't the night of one party; another blast, few more bullets fired and the battle is completely on the forefront still rising from a small scuffle to a big mass of damaged, wrinkled and destroyed land.


Suddenly white snowflakes cover all the fighting men, the blasting force, the cuddling guns and every hand seems to shiver beneath the nature.

Commands were shouted from both sides calling for that certain halt as both parties seemed to recognise the natural force that bundled them into small stones ruffling their hands and legs into cold limbs and turning everything to white ice.

Nothing seemed to be clearly visible, few small shouts, an appeal to call for more help and yet there was no wind that could help recognise the message from the both parties.

The senior most contingent of the Indian army looked towards his bold men, seems to whisper the 'end' and versioned all of them with calm eyes as seems to speak that there is at least no separation amongst the nature.

And yet nothing is right, nothing is pleasant and the 'whoosh' sounded from the rocks where they all stood, battling with each other few moments before and suddenly the rock shivered, broke in pieces and all the men from Indian Army and the militants also got smoked by its force and the avalanche seems to be in its complete flow and it killed all of them closing the battle at large.


Though it didn't stop the politics inspired in these places when such tragedies occurred. Some called it a trick of the opposite force; some referred it to be terrible weather reaction and other made a mental note that it may be a hoax planned by those who like to witness death.

And yet it was nothing of those sorts. It was pure nature in it's ultimate form and yet it may continue to dominate over the forces who fight against each other and make them remind that there is one leader in rule against whom no power is more striking or highly visible.

It is the force of bliss and disaster too, as powerful as its own, striking balance and making a clear identity in it's ruthless destructive face...



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