All I Can Do Is, Pray.
Every morning I wake up with my hair ruffled and I set it straight to look prim at work. At times I fall and after every fall I manage to rise. I dance in the rain and I let the rays of the sun seep into my skin. I have had dreams of the seventh heaven and I have slept for nightmares too. The maddening revelations of every passing day surprise me but I value each moment of my existence. After shedding a teardrop, I laugh and I laugh richly. This is how I live; this is how we all live. This is how we learn the lessons of life; this is how we come to terms with the routine. Like any other ordinary human being I too am habitual of this incredible assortment of ups and downs called life and I am at peace with its various moods. I am a Kashmiri. I have seen blood on my streets and have yet touched the tulips of all sizes and all shades. I have cried at the martyrs’ graveyard and have also lied down on the lush green meadows of my valley. I have learnt the secret of coexistence o...