Promise me Deewan bhai, you will not let Safeena become another Bilal.
My mother used to say, Preeto, there is never a right or a wrong side to a problem, but there can be to people. Not everyone here is on the right side, not everyone there is. You need to ask yourself, which side do you want to be on?
You killed the mandir in their homes, you killed the masjid in ours.
No one lives long in a war. I don’t want to lose you as well.
You don’t know what you miss. A woman’s body is like whipped cream, so delicate and delicious it will melt in your mouth.
Yes, you are right. I lost my home, my mother, my identity. I lost it. Not you, Inspector Imandar. I did. They I don’t understand, what did you lose? What did you lose that you hate them so much?
Revenge is an orphan in bad company she had learnt. Until it accepts the truth, it may never find grace.
They want a hero to worship, and a villain to condemn. They have found their villain today, and they would cherish it for as long as they can, till another one comes along.
If a criminal was once a saint & a saint was once a criminal, then who is the criminal & who is the saint?
What doesn’t belong to us, we have no right to call our own. One can’t win anything by force, ever. That is not what we, Kashmiris do. That is not what we, Indians do.