(Story Credits - Priyanka Dey)
I...am time. Men and women all alike, have moved along like shadows and mist. Rekha and Salil are two such souls, who meet to separate...
And I fly by, from one end to the other and I see them
retreat from love to misery and back to love again. From the times when
Slaves ruled and Aibak rose to heights with the Qutub Minar, still
differences brew in the name of religion, caste and gender to the times
when the Mughal sultans would slay those, whose orders they wouldn't
abide by..though Love was splurged in money and stones and the Humayun's
Tomb became a symbol of Mughal pride..
Prayers are still read in the Jama Masjid was read then, the only difference I find is in the hearts of those they call "divine". They make laws and practices they define..And yet the ownership of God is given to make them suffice..
I see them today as I rest under a tree's shade looking at the risque weather at India Gate.. They are crying in each other's arms, fearing of a tomorrow not together..
Prayers are still read in the Jama Masjid was read then, the only difference I find is in the hearts of those they call "divine". They make laws and practices they define..And yet the ownership of God is given to make them suffice..
I see them today as I rest under a tree's shade looking at the risque weather at India Gate.. They are crying in each other's arms, fearing of a tomorrow not together..
And I wonder, Is this the same place I once fell in love with? How many
more births would Rekha and Salil take to unite and depart..
Is this the same place I once fell in love with? Is it?
Is this the same place I once fell in love with? Is it?