Of A Divided Nation and Now---

I am in the process of writing My Story as a Born Refugee of a Divided Nation.This refers to the Great Divide, when the Muslim Nation got a separate Homeland in 1947.Two years before I arrived on this planet. I am told I was carried as a child across barbed wires from the Heaven on Earth Kashmir.I was born in Srinagar . still a disputed place, and I was a refugee child brought to a new land to live with a family of Leaders Educationists servicemen and writers.

Life was simply wonderful till the turn of events in 1965 and later in 1971.The two wars caused many changes.

The interesting thing is the number two. Two wars-two countries , two nations- and I realised that I went to college twice, the second time after a gap of eighteen years.

This year in September I joined a local school for teaching English at O levels, and I found out that it was a divided school- I was given three classes two in the senior branch and one in the junior-

I had joined a divided school-

 I love teaching

I share two Staff Rooms and report to two Branch Heads

Long Live the Number Two.

OH One Moment-Thank God Our Mother Earth has only One Moon-

I wonder if-