Postcard from Kashmir!

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Chase me through the backwaters of Dal, while I will run fast over those tiny bridges leading us away from the tinsel town of hopes and dreams... "Will you hold my hand if I would want to take you in a Shikara and row us into the unknown world of wonder?" I will ask you with a heart full of doubt. "Why wouldn't I?", you will say these words releasing me of my miseries.

We will watch the stars falling across the horizon of the night sky and you will laugh watching me in awe as I will try catching them on a larger than life-sized lotus leaf... I will fail in my vain attempt to do so, but just when frown will start overtaking my face; you will hand me a freshly plucked lotus leaf embedded with tiny droplets of Dal; twinkling like diamonds... "It shines just for you; just like my heart glistens watching you smile!", you will say. "And I smile just for you!", I will laugh. We will row till the end of the world; who knows if time will stop too - in that moment-  to play cupid for me one more time!

Shuja Tasleem

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