Many a time, I find myself wondering about things of daily life, often put on air but barely comprehended by the common herd. I pause and ponder, and then I’m lost in my world. I glide from one thought to another, swiftly; most times, entangling myself by reaching back where I had started. When I no longer feel like arriving at a satisfying conclusion, I give up and leave the things to be. There’s this sort of cold war that has been going on between the countries India and Pakistan for decades. So many peace proposals, ceasefires and friendly games and yet the relationship between the countries remains far from satisfactory. My books say that the last war that was fought took place fifteen years ago. I feel differently, though. Every other day, newspapers and news channels bring forth reports of killings on the borders. The reaction of people varies. If the sacrificed one is one of our soldiers, the patriotic politicians, sitting in air-conditioned chambers, give away their feedback, m...
Not all thoughts translate into words. Some die in a whisper.