On Saturday two budding flowers from Shopian embraced bullets for the holy cause of ..I dont know Mysterious it is! And of course a mystery it is! What it is to live in such a situation. Here I say:
In the moving train of life she was experiencing the similar crisis as there were wild murmurs, jeerings, whispers, shrieks Something was amiss in this pure but unfortunate land again , she thought to herself but didnt dare to dig deep into the cause rather applied the same past antidote by keeping herself confined to the cozy shelter, unknown of the cold-blood that spilled the streets she walked the other usual days. This indifference wasnt because she was inhumane or misanthrope but she wasnt courageous enough to accept this worst suffering. How can fellow biological human creatures be merciless towards each other!Of course she was coward. She knew that the sight of artillery, blinded, blood, cadavers, wounded, wailings would completely paralyze her so she cajoled herself by saying Cmon, this violence is happening in an alien land, not in mine. But today when her fellow citizens were consumed fast by milli pellets, when concertina caged them, when her peers were tagged crippled throughout life, when they werent rendered fortunate enough to have a glimpse of this universe again, she looked at the sky .It wasnt blue as usual,there were dense but huge red patches .. She got the inkling: Truly, everything is amiss in this unfortunate land. Sky was lamenting in red because life drained out of her fellow citizens in the blotches of red. How can the fundamental desire for freedom attainment cost person a life! she was stunned. Taraans reverberating from minarets in the dead of darkness, slogans raised outside in favour of AZAADIshook her and made her to curl inside the corner because the events proceeding for AZAADI haunted her. She deemed the occupied state better than striving for freedom. No how can I be unconscious of the bloodshed in my backyard, she experienced a natural turn. Violence on streets, indelible bruises left by the worst kind of violence on women, smashing houses where families lived, oppression against children and men, suspicious disappearance of people moved her .Weird! Wasnt she!
She strived for freedom immensely and considered it Holy.She cherished the trance of being in an independent land which to her resembled with Elysium ruled by fairness and togetherness. She craved for it but oh something stuck her .!The ideologies surrounding her took her into a different world, she knocked the doors of many ideologies and to her utter surprise, striking and contrasting ideologies persisted.The fate of this land was in their hands, yet few of them seemed to remember it. She thought. The imagination of atrocities inflicted on her people and the real existence of striking ideologies shattered her .. The path leading to AZAADI in such an atmosphere seemed replete with poisonous spines and the current sacrifices for independence again began to haunt her. Was it just crying for the moon! Yes she was apt in deeming the current occupied state better than striving for freedom.
Dont look her with confused and bewildered looks, dont judge her cruel, nay violence loving nor misanthrope but your fellow innocent soul who couldnt understand the happenings around her, took solace in that old cozy shelter which became the temporary utopia for her as the crave for permanent utopia was yet to come and no one could stop the super-fast train of spilling blood ..
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