TUM NAA JAANE KIS JAHAN MEIN KHO GAYE...
“I feel light today, but the heaviness pulls me back. The breeze wants to carry me with it, but the soil is too insecure to let go of me. The stars want me to twinkle next to them, but the plants demand my growth besides them. The moon wants me to sit on its craters and talk to it, but the animals here don’t want to let go of my chatter this soon. It is a dilemma with a fixed answer. It is a confusion with a road already taken. And it is a tragedy that changes one forever.” Since I was a child, I had always understood death as an unpleasant concept, something which gave grief to the family and something which was irreversible, but I could never really understand what it really was. I knew of it as a journey unknown to man which one had to make irrespective of what they felt about it. As a kid, I believed in stars, and I was pretty sure that my ancestors looked upon me each night as they twinkled next to each other. As I grew up, I understood it as a journey which the soul makes...