“I saw the rickshawallah….
On whose rickshaw we often fought and made up
The rickshaw is broken now
Like what we shared..once
No one quarrels on it any more
But the rickshawallah and his wife
around an empty earthen bowl…for the evening supper…..”
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Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..
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