The Kargil Vijay Diwas makes me think of my uncle's old Polaroid from '99—him and his unit standing on some rocky ridge, looking half-frozen but grinning. He used to say the real battle was getting back to a normal life after, paying bills, finding work. Here I am, twenty-five years later, staring at my laptop fan like it's about to give up, wondering if I should just run my wedding card business on a paper ledger for a while. Bagundhi, there's pride in remembering, but the day-to-day grind makes you forget what you're proud of.
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