Message from my Indian friend Aditi Roy on #PeshawarAttack City of Flowers For Peshawar, 16 December 2014 My temples pound with laughters that died today. Fences are punctured, no this side that side today. I made a hundred thirty two paper dolls, drew neckties, burned them one by one, then finally cried today. A bloodied pencil. A broken ruler. The impossibility of measurement. No desks under which to hide today. The teacher who saved two hundred lives and cries when called a hero -- his heart is too full for pride today. And the dead, listening to the wails of those who remain: do you, at least, have someone in whom to confide today? Mine is not the grey silence of the unmoved. The matted hair has left me tongue-tied today. To leave the city’s famed flowers blooming, or to lay them all at gravesides — who should decide today? Your cliches do not warm them, Aditi. If you say more, you will have lied today. #IndiaWithPakistan
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 12:21:46 +0000
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