WHEN THE DIVISIONS of politics divide people and nations, the tragedy of the real [story] makes clear we share a common misery as well as a shared joy that less have suffered from catastrophes natural and man made. From near the roof of the world comes word Allah (or is it Vishnu) has tested the souls of Muslim and Hindu both with shaking of this mortal earth.
HIGH IN THE HINDU KUSH in the embattled region of Kashmir, in a nuclear threatened truce of a war seeming eternal, Hindu and Muslim have engaged each other in a slow motion frozen war for land few men survive in for long. Now Pakistan and India, children of the same mother, shining twins, much more than what the British called their Jewel in the Crown of Empire, share tragedy united.
IN SUCH HARSH TIMES we remember how much we are all the same. The tragedy of the real is how soon we forget .