Ayushi's Blog
Where the stream flows in raps of melodious music,
Where the sun glows in reddish orange,
Where the birds fly high up in chirps,
Where the snow falls like whites of blessings,
Where little girls with fair wrists dance in green bangles and smile with pink blush,
Lies our land of pride and beauty,
Lies our Heaven,
Lies our Kashmir.
Jumping on your sofas with a bowl of sizzling popcorns watching an India Pakistan cricket match doesn’t stand enough for your patriotism for the country. Watching the Independence Day parade in the morning on DD National and buying flags and the next very morning which are lying on the floor in a disrespectful manner is not enough to portray yourself as an Indian.
It’s high time that we as the citizens of the largest democracy in the world now stand united and prove our real concern for where the nation is actually heading to. It’s high time people that we now start thinking of what do we actually require to grow as a country. It’s high time that we now take up issues that practically concern us and tamper our development in any manner. It’s high time that now we as the youth of India cease giving any attention to issues of complete orthodoxy and mock at the concept of we being in the 70th year of our freedom.
She came out with a blush on her cheeks.. Let the blush not turn into blood.. She whined melodiously.. Let the melody not turn into a shriek of cry.. She ran around the house with a doll in her hand.. Let that doll not burn to ashes in the flames of desires for a boy.. She always played with her mother’s bangles.. Let the bangles not burden her own fair , tender wrists.. She looked up at her father with a sense full of pride.. Let the pride not change in fear and disgust..
She let her eyes get dazzled with dreams in them.. Let the society’s truth not blind the eyes.. She had a heart beating to live.. Let the heart not change into a lifeless stone..