those gloomy eyes i cant forget

I was born in a small town of Kashmir valley. My child hood days were full of fun and frolic. During evenings I often used to look at the sky and the tall trees surrounding my beautiful country house that seemed to me the heaven on earth.But all of a sudden in 1989 when i was studying in 8th standard , the sound of chirping birds and the rushing spring water was replaced by the sound of bomb blasts and bullets. All of sudden i had stopped thinking of dolls and started dreaming of AZADI and the days went on and on and on....I was now a grown up lady and a mother.

It was the last day of holy month of Ramadan. People were busy in making arrangements for the Eid festival. There was huge rush every where. I had also purchased a lot of edibles, new clothes for my daughter (as per her demand).As muslims are supposed to donate especially during the holy month, I visited an orphanage at Srinagar. . I coulde see many children sitting in the ground and many of them peeping out of the windows. I felt as if they were waiting for somebbody to come and take them to there home(that perhaps had been snatched from them by the destiny).They looked at me but didnot utter a single word. I could feel the pain of isolation in their eyes.I was lost. I just wanted to hug them all and shower all the luv and blessings.
No doubt the kids in the orphanage were being provided food, clothing and shelter were devoid of the passionate hugs and kisses of their mothers.
I went to the office of orfanage and paid some donation and with a very heavy heart left the place.
That night I could 'nt sleep. I looked at my daughter who was sleeping like an anglea . I could see those gloomy faces all around.Tears rolling down my cheeks i cried n cried n cried ........................................