The Day Love Lowered Its Head...

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 Some dates bloom with roses…bt 14th Feb nevr feels soft to me.It echoes with #PulwamaAttack2019,with buses torn apart, with uniforms that nevr returned home the same way,with families still holding on to framed photographs.I don’t resist change…lyf keeps moving n so do we.But my culture cannot digest an idea of love that gets reduced to noise, display n vague celebration on a day that carries such grief for my country. Love,if real, should bow its head before sacrifice.I would rather stand in quiet solidarity with the families who lost their beloved sons in the #Pulwama tragedy than stand beside any crowd that turns a pious emotion into public obscenity. 

Some memories demand silence…not celebration!


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