“The Border…It must be a beautiful place"

Life is not a bed of roses to anyone out here. But yours is a way harder than the rest. I understand how much you craved for a normal life.., to get up every morning with little regrets, counting your bliss, fight with your siblings, shout at your mom, glance through whatever the media proclaims as headlines, rush to office, tackle your manager, discuss salary, hike, and politics with colleagues, crack jokes, laugh hard, relish meal, sleep well, enjoy rain, hide pain, love and gift love. You, like the rest of us should bare lighter burdens such as family, health and career. And you should be tackling much broader problems like traffic, pollution and climate change daily. I now sense why you were indifferent towards technology and trendz, why Carnatic music was not your concern, why it was that hard for you to sink with normalcy. Why??!

Why because war was happening at your place. It was war then! It is! And it will prolong….  Not like bold, brave, open war as it was in the past, but filthy ones called terrorism. I am no more curious about the making of bombs, nor I go tracking the media buss about various attacks, not interested to investigate the ground reality or debate that it’s all just a political drama. Because any discussion on this, bleach me with grief. Because to me, terrorism is no more just a news. When all this happens around me, I simply sit wondering what you will be going through there and why?! You, like the rest of us deserve peace of mind, warmth in company, harmony with your own thoughts and a life filled with simplest of joys. Now after knowing you, seeing the way you solve math, explain things, play cricket and prank people, the whole country is my second concern. I recollect our days together and realize how much it meant to you. I now understand why you just smiled, when I said we will plan a vacation at your place. I understand why you came this far to pursue studies and why you wanted to go back to your place that badly. I now understand why you didn’t speak much about your past or future. The grave truth. I understand all of it only now my friend…..Now after knowing you, when someone fear about the border, I say “The Border … It must be a beautiful place, because my friend lives there……”