There are a few reasons for me writing this blog. The first being my desire to write, to express and thinking of something to write about what better thought could there be than my own motherland.
Writing about Kashmir brings tears to my eyes, like when you talk about an ailing mother, it is something which has always been there but I failed to realize until time made me encounter my love for my land. Unlike any happy story mine is not a very cheerful one.
Tears for happiness,
Tears for sadness,
For I believe behind every happy moment there is the fear of being sad.
Tears for all those who were martyred
Tears for those moments when we survived
Tears for the unfair world we assume we live in
Tears for FREEDOM
Not necessarily from any dominance,
but the freedom to breathe in a less fearful air.
Life always seemed to be perfect to me until my encounter with a much greater truth. The truth I should’ve known long before, the truth which would change the way I think, the way I express; the truth about my origin. Knowing everything, still there is a need to understand the way it works.
My words may seem confusing, giving away nothing I want to say. This is my isolated existence, looking for words to express but they fail me; part of another one of God’s conspiracy to test us. This is how I look at it. Trials for rewards. Greater trials, greater rewards.
No love for us,
No mercy for us,
If not empathy not even sympathy for us,
Are we the children of a lesser God?
Not coming directly to what I want to say, for what pleasure in knowing the story before knowing how it came about.
But most important of all you should know, this is not my lost fairytale, its more of my experiments with truth, my encounters with truth.
I might seem to be one of those writers who often go off the track, sinking into their own emotions, but what is a story without any emotions?
This is KASHMIR – my love, my reason to write, my reason to fight.
I hope you see the reason too.
I believe I can make you.
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