To celebrate 'us'...

I never had an urge to write about it earlier but today I am trying to write it, not all… but yes my few stances, because it’s not viable for me pull out everything from my heart. It’s peculiar in me that I can’t share everything.

One fine day under the sparkling sun, I began to think again, all about that war. I know I am young; but that appealing pain is out of control. The pain in billions eyes, which history books can never define. The separation of two souls, the separation of lives... the separation of shadow of those two that were born to walk together.

Many of times I have seen the old souls crying blood from eyes when the memories of their childhood hit them in blue. So much they have seen, so much that we can’t even imagine. But yes we can feel the pain; we can try to feel what they feel. They have seen that great love turning into disaster... they have seen Islam hugging Hinduism with heart of all graces… Yes! This is what I am talking about... SEPARATION… separation of Pak – Hind. I know I have never seen them together but still I feel the pain, there still are some left ashes over small pieces of burning coal.

I remember one précised moment when I was sitting with my grand-maa and she was sharing her tales of life… and suddenly she became sadden and said ‘I would want to die on my birth ground’… I have never felt so helpless that I’d felt that day.

I see how people behave in the state of indifference whenever I try to talk about this… about separation… about cause… about religion… They know from heart that I am right but they will never grant me this, that it is not about the fight of who did... it’s about why did. I am still driving on my belief about religion that ‘they are not my idols’ but I know somewhat they connect people. How cultures give colors of divine in air of life. How it is bliss to walk with different believes.  I know there are still people who believe it was a disaster for humanity, it was unacceptable to tear off love but on the other end there still are people who think it was right to kill, it was right to split souls of billions, it was right to separate color of love and culture and even they did,, they did separated red from green and green from red. They snatched the charm of celebrating togetherness. And now it doesn’t even bother us… we don’t bother to wish each other in our special days… I wish we could have done that… I wish it was possible to celebrate god together. Nobody will stop me if I will to do… but I don’t want to do it alone… I want to do it with them… forgetting about what has ever happened… I want to celebrate it purely... neither theirs nor ours… I WANT TO CELEBRATE US! I am born with the thought of harmony and I wonder if they feel the same… do they also want to celebrate our color our fire our life too? I wonder in blue…

I remember I felt very disheartened when I was looking at our old flags in library. The symbol of togetherness… I was lost in my imaginations and for a second believed that it is still alive. Those images my mind shaped in a moment that I can’t stop myself thinking about it over n over again. I don’t know what I have to do but I know I will love the idea of togetherness till I die. It’s impossible for me to elaborate the connection I feel with them… they are part of me… Ignoring the immature behaviors of both I will love them… because hate isn’t inborn in me.

“Poets cried million tears till they fallen asleep

Why thee chosen war instead of peace,

Tell me o lord! The difference in their sun n ours

 The difference in their smiles n tears

Millions died in the hope to meet again

Thee separated us in infinite little pieces and left us in vain “