Everything was going fine and one day we decided and went for a picnic. We spent a day together and enjoyed every moment amid the lush green meadows of Pahalgam. I did my best to make her feel at home but little did I knew that this trip will be the last chance of seeing my beloved in such a climax of her affection. I was very much excited because that day she too assured to talk to her parents about our marriage. With smiling faces we both went to our respective homes and late night, I received a text from her which reads, "don't call on my number as I am being caught by my parents. I accepted the same and stopped calling her for nearly a week, till I saw her. I asked her what is the matter she told me we will end our relation. I was repeatedly asking her why? what is the reason? and the answer of this question is what I have not received yet. With this saying, she entered her university campus and I called her friend to know the reason of Salma's unexpected approach towards me. She picked up the phone and told me that Salma is about to get formally engaged with a person named Azad in upcoming days.
I was shocked to hear all this and gradually tears started rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't control my emotions and I started crying loudly. Meanwhile she came out of her department and tried to assure me that nothing like my engagement is going to happen. She told me that I will talk to my parents regarding us and the matter that plunged you into an utter despair, so please wait till morning. I went to my home with a completely broken heart and hopelessness clouding my soul. I eagerly kept waiting for morning to come, so I could listen about the situation that seemed to threaten the thread of our bond. I was counting the stars and couldn’t sleep even for a sec. Once the dazzling sun arrived, I called her and she told me that yes, it is true, my engagement has been fixed by my parents with Azad and sorry it all happened without my consent and in my absence. Day before her engagement with Azad, I met her for the last time and since then I have not seen her, nor did I heard much of her. Her engagement with Azad continues, but had not married yet, I have been told by one of her friends. She may be happy without me, but I can not rejoice again without her. She may not be missing me, but I have no moment to live without missing her and the linings of memories she had scratched on the mirror of my soul. Since, the day she left, my heart bleeds and the soul aches. My parents are insisting me to marry any other girl, but trust me, I have no interest to marry at all. I have already promised Salma that I will never replace her, so how could I think of living with any other soul, I never loved. I have decided to stay aloof till the moment I can, for the pursuit of fulfilling my promise, I did made years ago with Salma. On hearing all this Zaid too turned numb in visualizing the life, one is destined to live without the people we truely love. Zaid did his best to console Sahil to forget the past and pine his faith in God, for God only heals the scars we all have. However, Sahil with numb eyes and pale yellow face kept uttering the words that “LOVE DIED, WHILE ONLY THE PAIN AND MEMORIES SURVIVED”.
The same attempt of waiting, following and gazing at her became my routine and it lasted for months. But her attitude towards me was not seeming to be in my favour. I prayed to God for her hand and I firmly believed that my prayers will not be unanswered. With this hope, one beautiful morning, I saw her and told her again about the place she has had in my heart and on hearing all this, she gently whispered, that yes, I like you too. Deep down the depths, I became extremely happy on finding myself being accepted by the soul, I truely dreamt of. In this way, the pleasant journey of our love started and with every passing moment, we kept losing ourselves for each other. Every movement of my life turned joyous and I felt so lucky to have her in my life. Day by day, our love was growing and we started feeling it hard to live without each other. That was the time, I had to leave for Punjab in view of my studies. I met her and she allowed me to go outside for studies with this saying that, I hope you will not forget me, even if I will not be with you at the place you are going to study. I assured her not to lose hope and stay positive for that I will never replace you in my life, no matter how tough the circumstances will turn. Truely, my brother, there are some people we can never replace, I repeat never. Then, with a smiling face we both departed and I took the bus to reach airport. Months passed and we used to contact each other via cell phone and social networking sites only. I was in Punjab, but our bond was strong and that kept us united. Once in mid summers while preparing for my exams, I came to know about her health issues and I became restless. So, I called her and she said that I deeply miss you Sahil and I am enthusiastic to see you again and it may be perhaps for the last time, as I am ill and I do not know whether I will survive or not. On hearing this I left the campus, and decided to chose my love instead of my exams and within a day I reached Kashmir to see her. Next morning I met her in the hospital ward, where she was being treated. In the same ward was present her elder sister Isha who was supporting us to marry and be together once for all, as she knew the affection I have with Salma. I was shocked to see the condition of Salma and at once I broke into tears. I consoled her and assured her to do every possible thing to make her get well. I went to a nearby worshiping place and prayed for her speedy recovery. I stayed in Kashmir for a week or more till she recovered and frequently visited the hospital to see her and then on her advice I left for Punjab to continue my studies. When I reached the campus, I had already missed the examination of one of my core papers. But I again worried for her health instead of regretting on the paper I had missed. Her affection grew to the extent that I never thought of distance, darkness and the barricades to reach her in a jiffy. In evening when my mother as usual called me I finally told her all about Salma and the way we adore each other. My mother assured me that she will consult Salma's parents for my marriage with her as soon as I finish my research programme from Punjab University. But I never knew that fate has something else in store for me. I worked tirelessly to complete my course at university with flying colours for I knew that Salma feels relaxed, whenever I do good in my studies. Years passed and one fine day I got the award of my degree and with the tears of joy I left for home and this time with a hope of getting my love permanently.
One nice evening, Zaid was rambling through the lane of chinars, autumn was on its peak and the earth had wrapped itself in the red crimson garment. At a distance, he saw a young man lying with a mammoth trunk of chinar. His pheran (traditional cloth of Kashmir) was tattered, looked not less than a stranger and at once Zaid noticed that the young man was going through some irreplaceable loss, misfortune or an untold pain that has been and may be again. Zaid added up his courage to ask him about the situation he has been going through. Firstly the stranger was so numb and mute to speak and looked at Zaid with a strange, but pale yellow face. After a while, the young man revealed that he is Sahil and has been broken/dumped in love by a girl whom he used to call Salma. The young man, Sahil while talking to Zaid kept pausing as if he did not have much vigour left in him for even choosing the words for that deception, that shattered the mirror of his dreams. Sahil narrated that, I saw Salma for the first time strolling amidst the same fall season of autumn, a few years back and her steps were so soft and filled with naive style. Her way of walking was as unique as anything and that caught both my glimpse and the heart indeed. I silently started following her, knowing her whereabouts and searching her like the mad Majnu/Romeo. In the similar routine, weeks passed and I somehow came to know about her name, behaviour, and the place she resides in. Then it became a sweet routine for me to visit her village and look at her house, count the windows and wait with patience to have a just glimpse of her. Sahil narrated that I kept paying my gaze on her paths and gradually she made her abode in my heart, and I started remaining little of my own. Months passed in this attempt of seeing her only without even speaking a single word ever. One night I decided to speak out my heart to her and I eagerly kept waiting for the dawn to unfold, so I could reach her and make her aware about the castle of love she has had in the bottom of my heart.
Once I felt the arrival of dawn, I took shower and left my home to reach near the famous Ganta-gar, a nicely crafted brick tower in the heart of Kulgam town in Kashmir, where I knew she often waits for her friends to join them for going to college. Since, it was too early and no vehicle was visible on road to help me reach my destination and I finally decided to go via foot. The chilly gusts of wind were hovering over the roadside and the blanket of fog had enveloped the streets, but the quest of reaching my love couldn't stop me from walking ahead. On my way, I found the flock of birds chirping the pleasant hymns of hope, that revitalized my spirit to continue my footsteps towards my destination. After transcending the journey of miles, I managed to make my entry in the town, where my love was expected to come. The sun beams were striking the icicles hanging on the parapet of shops and old buildings amid the streets. The market was opening, shopkeepers were designing their shops and the vendor sellers too were busy in decorating the delicious fruits and vegetables. I was wandering here and there, checking repeatedly the watch fixed on ganta-gar for 9 o'clock to arrive and quench my thirst of waiting for my love to come and decorate the streets with her smooth footsteps. Gradually, the market was fully opened and people were rushing towards their destinations. The clock approached 9 o’clock and the students were on their way to schools and colleges and I kept gazing at the entrance of the town where from I believed her arrival was certain. Meanwhile, I saw a girl at a distance, that I found was walking like Salma. I silently started looking at her till she reached close to the wall I was standing with. My joy knew no bounds on recognizing the girl arrived was no one other than the one I actually waited for. She stopped there and took her cell phone to call her friends. Once, she cut the call and kept the phone back into her bag, I went a bit nearer, broke my hide and seek and silence too, gathered a little vigour and said to Salma excuse me, I need to talk to you for a while. Listening to this, Salma started trembling out of her shyness, but I too was not less nervous than her. After looking down for a while out of her shyness, Salma, gently said to me in a soft, but melodious voice yes, what is the matter. I somehow managed to tell salma that I love you and want no one other than you as my life long partner. On hearing this, her facial expression got altered and she at once left the spot and took the cab towards her college.
Walking in the yellow fields She seemed happy Chirping like a canary bird Her pale face was glowing Her brown hair were ruffling with the slow winds How beautifully she was enjoying that scene
Far away from those crowds and cities She and her solitude were busy enjoying Dressed up in red she was looking like a rose The sky was praising her beauty And her heart was accepting her flaws Like a goddess She was dancing in love How magically nature nourished her tears In the lap of mother earth She overcame her fears
__KASHMIR______________________ Outside~ for everyone...
A paradise on earth, Green Valley like heaven, Surrounded by mountains, Looks more beautiful with snowfall, With beautiful flowers blooming everywhere, With an attractive look, With a beautiful culture and calmness.
KASHMIR___________________ Inside ~for us... This is a red valley like hell, Colourfull due to blood fall, Blooming stones everywhere, Afraid of violence. Here the hearts are bleeding, fresh blood of young ones over the roads is bleeding. Demolished dreams of every daughter, every father, every mother , every son are floating with blood.. Tears from the eyes of Kashmir ..
KASHMIR:_ Once with the fresh air and water Nature with sweet fragrance, where the morning started with the songs of birds.. BUT Now Here the blood flows, morning starts with bloodshed and evening with funeral prayers (janazah). Here the children, Waiting for their father's to come back home with a new toy ..with a happy life... But they come with their eyes closed . with the weird life..
Every day, all we hear are the innocent cries of the innocents." BABA BABA OPEN YOUR EYES, BABA PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US, BABA PLEASE COME BACK".. My beautiful kashmir is now a bleeding kashmir.. And This was the glimpse of my beautiful (bleeding) kashmir....
Kehtay hai ek insaan ka qatl kar k puri insaaniyat ka qatl hota hai baba, Lekin yha toh subh shaam qatl hotay hai.. Kahi sapnu ka toh kahi apnu ka.. Yeh kaisa waqt aaya baba, Mar kai bhi marnay nhi detay, tohmatein itne laga kai , jo jee rhay hai unko jenay nhi detay...
Note: all this i wrote is not for any kind of violence here, Miraquill is just like a family, so i shared true incidents of my place..