fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya

fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya

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2. KASHMIRAfter many yearswhen I standas a silent spectatornear the ruins ofa burnt houseMy loneliness, my pain, my distressmy lost glorious past, my family.It’s like travelling into...the horror of a mental mazea confused road mapwith the experience of...a new Avtar of reborn Kashmira journey where...one's identity becomesdestabilized... lostin the stories and incidentsof pain and sufferinginflicted by inhuman torture...is this the waya state survives?fgndi •a mass grave of my family...A strange numbness engulfs my heartI find myself lost in adifferent identity, a different self.Rootless and homeless,discovering the great gulfdividing today's tragicand yeateryears’ beautiful past.April-June 2013 :: 69

3. A COFFIN AND A BOTTLEIn this roomthere is a beautifullyengraved coffinand an empty bottle.‘What are these?’I asked him.With tearful eyesand constricted throat he replied,‘In the coffin, sleeps my young daughterwho was raped, before being tortured to death.’‘And the empty bottle?’I asked him.‘Empty’ he shouted, ‘No, it is not empty.It is filled with her kisseslove and affectionwhich she presented meOn father’s day...The coffin and the bottlewere imparting an unusual aromawhich filled the roomwith restrained helplessness.In our residential lanethere are many houseswith such roomswhere terrorized fathersof young girlsare buried aliveencapsulated in humiliation and pain.70 :: April-June 2013fgndi •

3. A COFFIN AND A BOTTLEIn this roomthere is a beautifullyengraved coffinand an empty bottle.‘What are these?’I asked him.With tearful eyesand constricted throat he replied,‘In the coffin, sleeps my young daughterwho was raped, before being tortured to death.’‘And the empty bottle?’I asked him.‘Empty’ he shouted, ‘No, it is not empty.It is filled with her kisseslove and affectionwhich she presented meOn father’s day...The coffin and the bottlewere imparting an unusual aromawhich filled the roomwith restrained helplessness.In our residential lanethere are many houseswith such roomswhere terrorized fathersof young girlsare buried aliveencapsulated in humiliation and pain.70 :: April-June 2013fgndi •

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