(Song: Luka Chuppi- A.R Rahman, Lata Mangeshkar)
Valentines day.
Alarms going off.
I see red, the color of love.
Gifting of bouquets and blooming roses.
The trickle of blood from a bunker, staining the ground crimson.
I see red, the color of love.
Rooms aglow with the soft, romantic light from candles.
Eerie silences interrupted by the crackling of raging flames.
I see red, the color of love.
Women wearing fancy dresses and scarlet lipstick.
Women dressed in white the parting in their hair still stained vermillion
I see red, the color of love.
Men, rejoicing with their families and giving gifts
Men, boiling with anger for the brothers they’ve lost.
I see red, the color of blood.
And at last
I see black.
(Written fueled by fury of the Pulwama Attacks. May all the brave souls find peace, and may our nation, our maatrabhoomi, forever honor their sacrifice.)
