Can I Ever Meet You Again Dad?

Can I Ever Meet You Again Dad?

A Conversation between me and my Mirror

Me: Have you ever been uncertain of tomorrow, I asked the mirror? 

Mirror: I see tomorrow as you want me to look. Like your Kashmir, I have no choice. I am at your command. 

Me: O' Mirror I wasn't like this you know very well. After every two days, I used to call my family. I looked happy after talking to them. Much relieved and lighter. Don't you know that? 

Mirror: Yes, I know. This wait could last longer. Don't kneel down to the circumstances created by the tyrants. 

Me: O'Mirror you know I have none to share with when I am alone, no twitter, no WhatsApp or Facebook. I only have you to talk to, so give me the courage. This wait is taking ages. Who knows who is alive and who is dead. 

Mirror: No, don't lose hope. No matter how tomorrow looks like and you have to start afresh. Revolutions and renaissance take time, consumes people and is often thirsty for blood.

Me: Does that mean I can never see my dad again? Should I bid goodbye to my hopes? Should I bid adieu to my identity being a Kashmiri and not an Indian? 

Mirror: Never stop dreaming of your family. Dreams are the hope life is made of. Be brave and keep your hopes alive. With this, the alarm rang and I started my day with a renewed hope. Besides, worrying about my identity and people I have to hunt every day, to keep going and surviving.  I left for work with the hope,  I can get a call my home which is surrounded monsters, armed goons and so-called democratic thugs.