They were falling -- slowly, chastly Kissing the fragile skin of the cheek But, instead of wailing, they were chattering in a mixed happy dazeLike a monsoon river --Unaware of their faith The earth h...
Every morning, I would open the curtains to fill my dark room with sun's warmth. From my balcony, I would gaze outside. It was the only place from where I could peek into the stunning world outside.
We were enemies. He followed Christianity, I was a Muslim. Before I met him, I had witnessed many episodes of violence. People of my religion were killing the followers of his religion and vice versa....