It all started when the country was going through the best and also the worst phase of it's history. The Quit India movement was a success and the Britishers were slowly abandoning their colonies.
August 10th, 1947
Borders were already drawn. India was going to break into two parts in less than five days. Thousands of people were being killed daily in the riots. The land which was believed to emit gold and diamond was full of blood and dead bodies. People along with their families were running from one side of the border to the other in search of refuge in their own country.
In that flock of people, there were two kids, running for their life without any idea of all the happenings. With bare chests, without any knowledge of the directions, they were running along with the flock of people. Fear was clearly visible in their innocent faces, lips were dried up in the summer sun of August. They were running, in search of food, water and home, but everything was in vain. They tripped, they got up again and ran and ran.
August 15th, 1947
Gandhiji was fasting in Bengal to stop the riots. Around 3000 kms away in New Delhi, Jawaharlal Nehru was about to sign one of the most important papers of Indian history and around 2000 kms away from there, near the border, the two kids were fighting for their last few breathes. As the Independence papers were signed at the stroke of midnight, both kids also found salvation from their tiring life. Their bodies laid dead, beholded by mother Earth. While some slept the first night of Independence, many, along with both the kids, slept forever.
I woke up frightened, switched on the lights and took a gulp of water. "Dreams can't be any more worse.", I said to myself.
Conditions today aren't much different from those days. People are still fighting on the name of religion.The fire of partition is still burning masses. The country, still, is being partitioned daily in the name of religion, caste, region, language, colour and economic status.
Communalism and regionalism are like the two kids who are running in all directions. I wish their fate to be same as those kids, dead and gone.
Written by Asif Raza (@_a_s_if_)
I had stormed out
in trying to contain myself
from becoming what we
never wanted us to be
Furious, I channeled myself
into anything that could make you mad
I smoked the nastiest cigarettes
spilled over the cheapest wine
and drugged the hell out of myself
And then when it seemed
like there was nothing more left for the night
except heading home
I decided I wouldn’t
The next 6 months
I went street to street
making a misery of myself
Until one day when I decided
to return so that you could now see
what a mess you had made of me
Only that I never returned to you
And now every night
as I clutch your pillow
and howl myself to sleep
I wonder if you came after me
when I had stormed out
And each time I find myself
mumbling a yes
I die a thousand times over
to claw my way back to you.
Shared by Animesh Ganguly (@penningdownthemind)
I wanta go back to this day and just take a breath to hold the tears away that I have now. I’m going to miss seeing this beautiful young loving woman that has came into my life and changed me into the man I am today. As time goes on you gotta let an angel spread her wings and fly. #TLU back to college