I don’t know if it’s the terrible news, of someone passing or the wine that made the dreams horrible but I’ve woken up feeling miserable.
Someone mentions on Fb that they are flying to Srinagar and I feel homesick. Don’t mistake me to be Kashmiri, the way the journalist did, just because I call it my home away from home. I just left my heart by the side of the Dal, sometimes I need to go and check, if it stills beats.
Hummar tuta hoa dil pada he, Dal ke kinare. Koi aate jaate, usse le aana. Kumbakht kabhi to kam aayega!