Diary Of An Army Wife..

  December 1995, 1300 hours, Somewhere in the Western Sector It’s embarrassing as hell. Captain Manoj Rawat (my newly married husband) and I (his newly wedded wife) are standing (actually, wobbling) on a moving camel cart with big yellow marigold garlands dangling around our necks. The regiment adjutant – a short, slim man – and […]