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11. Pain Gives You Purpose






                           I got up on time the next day and opened the door politely for Rafeeq, for a
                           change. In fact, I offered him a broad warm smile when he came in with his
                           little kettle. It was going to be a beautiful day ahead. I could sense it.
                                   The classroom buzzed with the infectious energy of young souls and
                           their  endless  questions  kept  me  hooked.  They  looked  more  relaxed  than
                           yesterday. I booted up the computers and asked them to start with Microsoft
                           paint.  I  showed  them  the  various  tools  and  how  to  use  them.  They  were
                           astonished to know that their computers could actually paint for them. Till
                           now, they had used them only to watch animated movies or songs.
                                   Computer classes for them were like a library period where they did
                           not do any work. But now, exploring the possibilities, they had a great time
                           drawing lines, using the paint brush and then erasing the imperfections.
                                   The boundaries between us were dissolving. I opened the windows
                           which brought in a cold chilly breeze instantly.
                                   The freshness reached my soul and the beauty that was laid around
                           everywhere  in  nature  comforted  my  spirits.  The  long-lost  zeal  and  ardour
                           was back in me and I forgot everything that had happened in the past. This
                           was a new me.
                                   The  chirpy  souls  would  not  stop  talking  or  asking  questions.  The
                           quiet angels turned out to be little monkeys full of curiosity about the world
                           outside  Kashmir.  Their  small  eyes  were  filled  with  endless  dreams.  Some
                           wanted  to  be  engineers,  some  doctors,  and  some  even  wanted  to  join  the
                           army. I was astonished by the fervour and enthusiasm those little Kashmiri
                           kids possessed.
                                   It was like any other place in India. Sometimes the media reports of
                           violence and terrorism across the valley would confuse me because it had
                           been two months there and I never faced even a teasing. The bizarre media
                           world startled me with the pieces of news that would hint about the plague of
                           terrorism that had engulfed the valley since long.
                                   I  would  often  think  about  the  giggling  kids,  orphaned  but  with  a
                           spirit that was unbroken. Some of them were aware of their state and some
                           denied it, while others were in fact too small to even acknowledge the fact.
                           There were some who had never known what it feels like to have a parent,
                           but  they  had  found  companionship  among  each  other  and  the  endless
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