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The uniform hides a father, a son, a brother.

Today, Col. Rajyavardhan Rathore (MP, JhalaRapatan) pays tribute to one of India’s own—Sub-Inspector Mohan Singh Gurjar of the CRPF, from Morodi village, Kotputli-Behror.

In his message, the Colonel prays: "May God grant the departed soul a place at His feet, and give the grieving family the strength to bear this immense loss."

It hits different when a soldier prays for another soldier’s family. He knows the weight of the uniform. He knows the silence it leaves behind.

Rest easy, SI Mohan Singh Gurjar. You served Maa Bharati well. 🕊️

Our hearts go out to the family and the brave CRPF family.

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He was a part of the largest volunteer army fighting in the World War II. 

I knew him through stories and named him Brave. To date I call him by name. He was my granduncle. 

The fights, the fears, the casualties, the deserters, the martyrs, or the victory, he regaled none, for he was long gone before I was born.

I was told he left behind an uncle, the only son he fathered. For reasons less told, the boy got adopted at an age of naive. Blood remembered the ‘boy’ as an add on to his father’s tale. 

Soon death took the father by no surprise while the son lived miles apart from everyone’s mind. Blood obviously forgot both father and son. In time the son grew to be a fable. Moral of the story being- Stars do shine bright and you get placed in a home called right. 

With the death of the father, blood blamed fate and forgot the two mates. 

Photographs of my granduncle I have none. Stories courtesy my aunt and dad, I have in scarce. I wished to have met this man, the one who dug deep in my heart.