My Blog... My refuge!
Sometimes… writing even a few lines is emotionally disheveling.
Last month on 26th February… I lost one of my friends in a terror incident in Kabul… and thereafter, everyday, I have felt and enduring sense of loss… a vacuum indescribable… I have seen deaths… of my maternal grandmother… but that after all was a part of grand design… people take birth, live their life and die… but here was a young individual who was shot dead by some people, who claim to wage a war for the politico-religious ideology, killing innocents.
I have gathered enough courage to somehow move on… and that is the only thing which I can do… nothing else. I seek refuge in the written world… in the world of my blog, where I travel, meet kind people, and feel the world is not such a bad place.
Last month on 26th February… I lost one of my friends in a terror incident in Kabul… and thereafter, everyday, I have felt and enduring sense of loss… a vacuum indescribable… I have seen deaths… of my maternal grandmother… but that after all was a part of grand design… people take birth, live their life and die… but here was a young individual who was shot dead by some people, who claim to wage a war for the politico-religious ideology, killing innocents.
I have gathered enough courage to somehow move on… and that is the only thing which I can do… nothing else. I seek refuge in the written world… in the world of my blog, where I travel, meet kind people, and feel the world is not such a bad place.
