Flames OF Paradise - Season 1 - Episode 6
Flames OF Paradise - Season 1 - Episode 6
Packing a small backpack with space for holding more than it was possible, Snigdha was travelling light. Just a few pairs of denims, thick full sleeved sweatshirts, woollen Phirans, warm cotswoolsalwars, some pullovers and her long coat. She didn’t need any fancy clothes in this challenging job. She threw in a sturdy pair of sneakers and many pairs of socks. She remembered to take thermal innerwear too.
After keeping her toiletteries and a small first-aid kit, she settled down on her cushy cane sofa, with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup and picked up her cell-phone to talk to her Mom.
‘Mum, how are you all? Is everyone there with you? Didi, Bhaiya… ?’ Snigdha knew her siblings usually visited her parents at this time of the year because of the vacations for the festivals spotting October onwards.
‘We are fine. The weather has improved, with October ending. Your sister is here with the kids but your Jijajicould not come. Sumit is coming tomorrow.’ Her Mom said.
‘Mom, I am leaving tomorrow.’ Snigdha blurted out hurriedly. Her Mom had not been too pleased with her announcement a few weeks ago about her impending Kashmir shoot.
Her Mom sighed and said in a resigned voice, ‘Well all of you are grown ups and do not listen to everything we tell you, so I won’t waste my breath. But take care of yourself. And don’t forget to meet Colonel Rashid. He’s been an old friend of your father and will help you regarding anything. And Beta, I’ve heard that no cellular network works there except the local network?’ Snigdha could hear a hint of worry in her Mom’s wobbly voice.
‘Everything will be fine Mom. I am going with a team of eight people, amongst which four are men. And Dimple is with me Mom. I will take a local cell number as soon as I reach Srinagar and share that number with you. Don’t worry, Ma.’ Snigdha’s throat clogged with emotions and Ma slipped from her mouth as it happened whenever she got emotional. There was silence at the other end, then a soft sniff indicated that her Mom was equally emotional.
‘Chalo Mom, let me talk to Dad now otherwise he will complain that we don’t give him any importance.’ She laughed trying to ignore her eyes prickly with tears. No point convincing her soft-hearted, traditional mother about this burning ambition within her to do something different and extraordinary, like this film on Kashmiri militants.
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