Kashmir, just the mention of the place throws up vivid images of heavenly beauty and calmness. As a poet rightly said, “Gar firdous, ruhe zameen hast, hamin hasto, hamin hasto, hamin hasto.” (If there is heaven on the earth, it’s here , it’s here, it’s here) But one can’t deny the fact that the thought …
“Love isn’t something that you can read in a book…. It’s something that you can feel in a touch or a look.”
“Loving yourself is not being selfish, it’s just understanding your worth.”
“Love yourself to prove you are worth-loving.”
Beautifully decorated and adorned with accessories… There I stand at the center, hiding my worries. Locked in a jar, torn and crippled… My existence laden with a soul, so tattered and painful. I can’t move much or breathe a lot… As the transparent jar won’t let me do that. The jar is imaginary, they say. …
The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “We need you again” and the phone hangs up.
