I am an Army Brat and have
spend whole of my life in cants and camps. My hometown is nowhere, my friends are
everywhere, and if I haven't been someplace yesterday, I am sure to go there
tomorrow.I grew up with bugle calls and artillery salutes and the knowledge
that home is where the heart is and the family--with no dependence on the
dwelling.
Like all defence
dependents, I can say "Hello," "Good-bye," and count to 20
in five languages.Travel has taught me to be open.By age 16 I had seen many
places than most people do in a lifetime; I had touched many and allowed their
cultures to touch me.Farewells are never easy. If when I leave one place I feel
that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is
still waiting to be met.As an Army Brat, I go out to others extending hand and
heart.
Friendships are formed in
hours and kept for decades. Be it that paths part, there is constant hope that
they will meet again.I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing
from the past to enhance the present.
I am proud of my dad,
Because of him I have shared in the rich heritage of Army life.
-Rahul Khandalkar
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