By Maumil Mehraj
It would be spring soon, I must return to the valley. For here, I see no mountains before the world ends in front of my tiny eyes! I take flight, fly tirelessly to where I was born, where I breathed my first breath, where I first fell in love with the beauty of God's world! I look down as the hotter, more humid country disappears and I fly back to the paradise on earth. I am a swallow, the Ababil!
I see the house where my nest is, undisturbed; protected, the letters K.M.R painted on its loose bricks. I take in a deep breath, its Kashmir in my lungs!
I land on the small courtyard the family has, and kiss the beloved dust. The grains taste sweeter here, I can fly a little higher, nowhere are the people more welcoming, my children sing a little louder. A place so becoming ; incomparable.
Can I go anywhere in the world? Yes!
But this is where i always return!
It's not an ephemeral affair, it is my eternal love!