Broken Bridges : 4:45 pm BTAD.

हार का समझ उस समय complete हो जाता है ..जब सामने वाला को पता ही नहीं होता है की आप उसी से हारे हुए हैं. ख़ैर ,कल घूमते हुए Bhutan बॉर्डर पहुँच गये.. एक समय मामला बहुत violent हुआ करता था इन सब belt में एक टूटा हुआ पुल दिखा ,एक बिल्ली दिखी. कुछ पुराना time याद आ गया तो लिख दिए

4:45 pm BTAD.

Broken Bridges.

The CAT slowly moved in the village, tip toeing to see if it remains the same.

It's been a decade.

Splatter of blood on the dew dried mud, shattered skulls of little humans, Heaps of innocent dead soul,

The Scores and scores of burnt down homes. cry, the fear, the flight from unknown to unknown.

The CAT moved in the golden hue of mustard fields, through the setting sun across the dead hills and the dying river, across the misty village duck and shout out for cattle coming home.

There used to be a bridge . The bridge which connected humans to

their Greed.An ancient bridge. That bridge was broken.

The CAT, for it knew humans, knew it will be rebuilt.

Else,

it won't be human.

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