Books? that was the only word I asked when my mom visited my room in Shivpora after the whole devastation has played its part, My books? There was a strange tremble in my words, a pulp that I was trying to push back just to show her miles apart I am safe and sound and the flood didnt actually affect me. Kuch nahi bacha hai, Its all..... a silent pause took over our conversation, And your writings, all the writings There, I felt my spine freezing and I broke into a loud gasp. I disconnected the call. Maybe a small thing, maybe just a loss of words that I had carved over the years on the crag of time. But now, it was all drenched into the once life sustainer...My loss is not huge, no money, no gold or no life lost but just that my pen died a silent death. #kashmir_floods
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 18:38:24 +0000
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