A letter composed by a sibling to his unfamiliar sister on a rickshaw...!!
My sister! My feet are hanging tight for towels!
Today is the day of raksha Bandhan, seeing every one of the siblings in the possession of the gleaming rocks with tiniers, my sister! My feet are hanging tight for towels! Following a year, Sanwan has likewise gotten back to the country with thunder, however there is no hint of you. What sort of hand and what star will you be under? See you, even the enormous hearted sky doesn't give, what will these little hearted earthlings give, who have separated the nation despite the fact that the land has been obliterated by water. What do they have any idea that by partitioning the land, hearts are not separated! Hearts are not a land parcel but rather still, small voice and soul is Azad Kashmir which no nation can possess. Detained in the enclosure of boundaries, my sister! You need my free soul!
How lamentable that today the stones are in the possession of others and I have your highly contrasting photograph in my grasp. Who will make sense of for individuals that there is no wind of north wind that will vanish quickly, this is a mind-blowing discipline, which is composed by fate and must be moved like I was rolling, yet presently I'm becoming weary of rolling. I'm The blinds are broken and it is pouring out of control. My heart is longing like a parched man to see your face like downpour in the heavy storm. Some place somewhere out there, I heard a trumpet, my ears are anxious to hear your sweet tune, yet I can't hear your voice and I search for you again in the throat of the town with crushing sadness. Where we used to play together in adolescence when you were a little doll of nine years. The doll whose whole universe was home to two dolls, one mother, one sibling and one cousin. The house where the peacock remaining at the entryway appeared to kiss your hand consistently and gave you petitions for a long life. The requests of that mother were expanded and the age of our arrangement was expanded, yet what a pop it was that his whole universe was obliterated! She was playing with the dolls, taking care of the peacocks, drinking with her mom, weeping for her sibling, lastly she took off. In his demise, his mom went out, his mom kicked the bucket in the span of a month and his sibling passed on directly following demise in fifty years. Presently somebody is battling in his town. The wells have been come by individuals and are currently supplanted by taps and sump siphons. You need to cook bread made of wheat flour and water is accessible close by, green vegetables are likewise accessible everyday, except harmony is no more. The hoodlums are presently the final stragglers in your high contrast photograph. Ladies keep their hair open and neglect to cover their countenances. Rodents have become weighty lines at the rodent shops sitting tight for clients. The world has changed.
sister! My eyes have fallen as soon as possible bed in which you used to play when your companions were with you. Indeed, even today, your companions are paying attention to the melodies of festivity, however you are not with them. In that land, the eyes are yearning to see your property, I realize that you are not near the trees of the country in the throats of the town, however who can comprehend the core of a sibling, the sibling who has everything in his grasp, Yet there is no Rakhi, that sibling's hands have been drying for Rakhi for quite a long time. Raksha Bandhan comes consistently, however the sister who hears Raksha doesn't come. What is Raksha Bandhan without a sister?
Indeed, even the water of the peach blooms is blown away in it, the consuming trunk is at last suffocated by the water, the downpour that is going to pieces at long last finishes, however there is no limit to the aggravation of your perpetual stream. My breath doesn't fly in that frame of mind of your partition. I have not seen your face for a very long time, I don't have the foggiest idea how frequently you have weeped for your sibling in these fifty years, yet your sibling didn't come to you. Presently every one of the world's ravens have become warped. In the wake of hearing the expressions of these misleading crows, they are presently searching for you. In the long range of these fifty years, you will make fifty shakes, and seeing each rock ten times each day, you will drain multiple times. I'm the proportion of your tears, sister! At the point when you get an opportunity to toss the groups of these fifty individuals in the Ganges, on the grounds that my lifted hands didn't have your names composed on them. The towels that I have tied on each raksha bandh will presently be tossed in the floods of the Indus since I never again want to see them in the wake of drinking consistently. My heart in some cases requests that I purchase bangles, yet for whom would it be advisable for me to get them? Those hands went across, in which one sibling's heart was glad to see bangles. Sister, the world has changed in these fifty years, however my destiny has not changed, a destiny in which the extraordinary loss of my sister was composed, a destiny that has been composed for quite some time. I have been petitioning Ishwar prior to cleaning up each day so that fifty years might see your face just a single time in my life. Since I kept the weighty stone of fifty years of misfortune on my waxy heart and lived on the expectation that some time or another I will actually want to see your face.
My younger sibling! Your sibling is half dead recollecting that you today and how might you be in this world? Will you be dead or not? In the event that your heart contacts to eat the greens of the cucumbers, you will eat them. For Pippin, you'll be in the routine. Conderen has a disease or it has been forgotten with time. You used to be tanked. You used to get a kick out of the chance to perspire like a lion in the downpour and you loved water more than nectar. You have descended upon your territory and your town is crying like your eyes, however there is no downpour in it. In the event that you are not, this sugar likewise appears to be a dry spell. In that valley, when the gopis of the town dance, your coin will lift me up and suffocate me in the stream of torment further than the water. Duth additionally hangs out in Hiloki Vaskari. The kids pick the dead body consistently and the dead body stalls out in the nose consistently. The heart is loaded with food. Pippin sees that the eyes are loaded up with water. The dad has quit filling the water. Every one of the people who look for the kundir are neglected, yet you are the person who can't be neglected even by neglecting. Each raksha bandh is loaded up with your memory. Each breath makes the nation inside.
Today, searching for you in the limitlessness of the sky, I have inquired as to yourself from those corners, which bring endlessly messages of those renowned young ladies like you from across the ocean, whom Ukari has brought down from himself across the dark waters of the sand rises. Yet, even those corners have not seen you and hearing their language, my eyes have become weepy. Today, I feel that the fringes are more keen than blades. I want to be thinking! In the event that there was breath in the boundaries, no sibling would have passed on for his sister as I'm languishing. How are the dead boundaries, how two spirits brought into the world from a solitary egg meander in two unique nations and can't meet each other even on specific days. My sister! We are dissipated like the earth and the sky are dispersed!!
My sister! The tree established by your hands has developed like a tree. You didn't partake in its shade, nor did you compose on its branches. I can't rest for you, yet this tree likewise tosses a towel. Since it is additionally short of breath and not dead like those Papi borders, from which Safina can come calmly, yet a sibling's sister can't come even following fifty years. How exposed is unjustifiable!!
Just your sister