"Get out of here"I screamed "get out right now "
"Brother , cool " said he .
"Oh, you are my brother but where was this brother that day. Just get out !!! " I reminded .
"Brother ............."
He was saying something but I shut the door from inside in the middle of the sentence .I was extremely terrified .

His face reminds me of the roots of terror . His gestures reminds me of the difference between my playful childhood and my disastrous now .

I raised my hand to touch something . To see if there is earth under me .I found the same and sat down .My mind took me again that world of thoughts situated in no where . I saw a scene . A scene of two playful children . They were jumping and laughing and shouting and fighting . I dreamt of my childhood and the incident came to life.

'Dishkyaaon, boom, brbrbrbrbr,oh help sjdhdgff....... '
and so on.
None of them was happy . Everyone was deply buried in the immense pain and torture. No one interrupted and I continued seeing the realistic film of my life in the theatre of my body with the pain of my tears.
'Family' what does it mean.? Is it the blood relation ? Is it the fact of knowing each other.? or it is something more deeper than our imagination.

I kept staring at the monument outside . Its shape as a gate amazed me. It was not a gate but still, is popular in the name of INDIA gate. One can enter inside it and can come out from its other side. Everyone was observing its beauty but no one was giving any attention towards the roars, requests, and the blood shed of the names enscripted on it. The name of the soldiers, who gave their life for the land on which the monument is standing.

I saw a face inside it. The face was familiar. I carefully examined it again and The face was mine. All were enjoying my outer joy and Everyone was happy for some reason or another but why don't anyone see the names of blood on my shirt of past? Why don't all be sad on my sadness? I thought for a moment and came to to the conclusion that I also may not have noticed myself if I keep myself in their place.

And then I noticed that a India gate is within me. And ,for the first time in history, a Indian is there within the heart a man of a different nation whose origin has a harsh enimity . A man of PAKISTAN. Not in the sense of patriotism (worst of all words In my view ) but in sense of feelings.
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