Footprints on the snow

Walking on freshly laid snow, I often look back to see my footprints, my trail on a beautiful white blanket. It gives me a thrill of sorts, though I know it would soon be covered with more flakes of slow-falling snow. Leaving this beautiful, arctic wonder after three and a half years, it feels the same. When I look back, I see moments, happiness, sadness all impinged on my trail. It doesen't thrill me anymore, but I know it will stay there and with me, for a long, long time. I bid adieu to Finland, with some sadness in my heart, but I take with me a lot of very happy memories!

Umeed-e-Sahar

It was a quiet week at home, with a lot of time to myself. I decided to watch "Firaaq" a movie reflecting the mindsets of people affected by the post-Godhra massacre. A classic, according to me; the movie asks many questions that have some not-so-easy answers. The bit about an inter-faith marriage where the guy is forced to conceal his identity out of fear, was the most touching. The week ended with me listening to Faiz Ahmed Faiz's "Umeed-e-Sahar". Somewhere "Firaaq" and "Umeed-e-Sahar" seemed connected...! Perhaps the "Firaaq"(Search) ends at an "Umeed-e-Sahar" (Dawn of Hope)?