...and Kashmir looked as beautiful as a lie could.

She had her eyes closed as she crossed the road but the drivers were sharp. Ignorance wasn't her bliss after all .

All that's needed is a narrative and a few greedy men. There, that's how one creates God...

पाहन भांति धार सहे है, जग बाकी बह जाहि तन छूटे, छूटे सब लागि, प्रेम की आस न जाहि ।