And today she's a life with no song... #Peshawarattack

Ek raat pehle woh sula rahi thi usko, bade pyaar se haath sela rahi thi usko, uski favorite kavita suna rahi thi usko, apne dil ko sukoon ka pyala pila rahi thi woh Khudko. Maa hain woh, pyaar ki na keemat na uska tol koi kar pata, lekin agle din Jo hua, uski gunj be zindagi ko mar dala.. She : "Okay come home now, it's time for dinner, Aa Jau jaan ghar Aa Jau jaldi, nahi masti nahi, beta kal school jaana Hain na".. He/she : " Nahi ammi kal nahi, thandi Hain aur Mujhe Khelna Hain, homework kal karunga/karunga ammi".. And she tickled her blood one last time as she got them back home, they sitting nicely, waiting for food to be served," Ammi kal tiffin mein Mujhe kheer dena, Mera favorite aur mere doston ko bhi pasand Hain. Ammi khaana do bhoook lagi Hain", and she serves them like blood serves the heart, a duty, but beyond that, to keep herself alive, they were her mirror, which made her shine like the night kite.. And they sleep beautifully while she watches them breathe one last time, what did she know, tomorrow would be a different bed, they buried, they swept away like that tide.. Every breath they miss, she frowned that night, she didn't sleep easy and woke up with a sound, the alarm rang strangely that day, she gave it a thought, but never mind, "Chalo uth Jao, school jaana Hain, Chalo Chalo Chalo and she kisses them like the rain kisses the ground.. The daughter looks pretty with the bow attached, her uniform cutely worn, frock like, moms princess is all set to detach.. Pony tails two, hair oiled and face wiped with some powder, her heart never felt that tender ever, what a sight.. Her boy with that soldier cut, young and brave, wanting to share the kheer with his friends, his socks up high, she tucks his uniform into his shorts neat and fair, tying his shoe laces his water bottle overflowing with water, just like her heart, when she even let's them away for a days quarter.. And she goes back and looks at the both of them, stares like a mother would, they're her oxygen, her skin, her follicle of hair.. Deep rooted in her, she suddenly breaks with the noise of the bus and they run and she sees them one last time, with energy aplenty, they run, they run.. ANDDDD.. It's afternoon as she switches channels on TV, her heart skips a beat, she shrinks like that leech.. Those eyes cry a river, as she screams and runs to where they were shot, children lie like bullets in a desert, unmoved, bloody and out.. She sees them both, who she readied for school today, "ammi kal school nahi jaana Hain" these words ringing like that bell in her brain.. Motionless, she stands, emptiness brimming up, numb hands, numb hands.. She falls like that pin, besides those two, howls like organs getting pulled out of her she has no clue, on what happened and why do they lie here, but they do, bloody, dirty and soulless.. She holds the daughter in her arms, adjusts her bow, and yells out loud, the son can hear it, oh he can, but he's not getting up, someone wake him up, someone for god sake wake them up!!!!!!! They're my children, they're my air, you took away my swords and now I lie lifeless like a soul with no chords.. She buried them besides each other just the way they were twins born, her cradle cracked that day, and today she's life with no song.. ( On a personal note I cannot imagine what went through their minds, and I can never reach there, but the agony is uncalculative )