I always dreamt…

Of a man who could protect me from the devil’s wrath…
Of a man who would call me ma’am once in a while…
One who would be picture perfect with his Ray Ban on…
A man who would salute me…

A man in the OLIVE GREENS…

Yes…Army has fascinated and been the most integral part of me from the very time I was born to an Army dad and a mother who was just the perfect Army wife. The charisma of the protected environs really makes me go weak in my knees and let’s just keep aside those smart caps, exercising shorts and straight noses that spell smartness. They are normal men - flirts, party flickers, bird watchers, but the only thing that sets them apart from the rest is the polished man that stands tall in the uniform.

Oh god…..should I stop dreaming?

Their shoulders are tightly held back highlighting their tamed physique that withholds a heart, that is ready to do anything at the beckoning call of their motherland. Just the apt amount of ego and that perfect attitude to live up to the spirit of perfection is what they call an Army man. Their style is their own and no one imbibes it in them.

Don’t they ask while recruiting - DO YOU HAVE IT IN YOU?

Oh god…..should I stop dreaming?

My teacher while explaining these lover and soldier poems narrates the complete scene excellently. Just that I sit wondering about my man in the OG who will jump the mountains, fight the bad men and wrap me in his embrace and take me to a land that is all about bliss and togetherness.

Oh god…..should I stop dreaming?

I have so much to say about my dreams…..is anyone listening???

Love myself and my to-be…..MAN IN Olive Green!