I once came across a love story, so heart-breaking which made me think, why? Why do we all spend times fighting over what we would not even take with us after dying? Fighting over lands, narrating "Murdabad to the opponent country" on and on, murders across the borders, people beheaded, gun-shots on their chests, dead, who perhaps was the only loved son of a family, who had a wife and two beautiful daughters waiting for their Papa to return home and kiss their foreheads tsaying "Beti, mein laut aaya!"
"Kabhi chodrke nahi jaoge na aap ab papa?"
And then the reply would thus be, "Nai. Kabhi nahi!"
Whenever I come across the debacle to maintain decorum between countries not on good terms with one another, I remember this one love story at Cannaught Place, between an Indian student and a Pakistani trader, who had come here for his trade business and yet could not set his eyes off the young beautiful student, and at once fell in love.
Must be a love-at-first-sight, as they both exchanged numbers at an exhibition they both coincidentally attended. Love started, and years later, she wrote in her diary "I am absolutely in love with my Pakistani Man!"
But the excitement was quite short-lived, when due to border problems, no one in both their families agreed to their alliance, and being an obedient man in the family, the man agreed to shatter all his dreams to live with her post-marriage for the sake of his love for his family, as he cut off all contacts with her, perhaps to marry someone else, no one knows.
Years have passed, while the lady still remains unmarried. When asked by her neighbour why?
"Hasn't so many years passed by, perhaps more than a decade since you both cut off all contacts? Yet why do you still wait for him when you know it's all impossible?"
The reply that the sad lady gives is, "Because borders can't bring barriers in the hearts!"
