Dear God! Every day after getting up and going to sleep, I pray by repeating four times the name of my God – Bhagwan Dev Atma, for peace in the whole of the world and good health which gives me inner satisfaction to have a sound sleep.

But still, sometimes I myself become a victim of various fears, with or without logic or reason. I don’t understand how certain thoughts come to my mind rather than make a home and not go out. Common heritage is the strongest link between India and Pakistan. Masses on both sides are eager enough to work out a solution that may bring happiness to both sides.

During the last year, on visiting Qureshi, Chairman Bhagat Singh Memorial Foundation in Pak to Ferozepur, I found the happiest day I had known in my life. I thoroughly enjoyed the relaxed ambiance of joining together as he raised the voice for peace between India and Pakistan. He is also legally fighting to prove the innocence of martyrs having no mention in the first information report registered in Lahore on the basis of which, the three martyrs were sentenced to death one day before the actual date.

When he soberly invited us to visit Pakistan, the instant thought that came to my mind was that it may further remove reasonable fears and the gap between the two countries is reduced.

I recollect more than two decades back an incident of the last discussions with my revered father when holding my hand he asked me to sleep with me. Perhaps, he knew that it could be his last day on planet Earth to proceed to his new journey for ‘parlok’ as he did not wake up the next morning. Before sleeping I asked him, as to whether there could be a solution to the dispute between India and Pakistan. He said boldly, that it would not as it is politically backed whereas the people of both sides want to join hands because of their old bonding.

Frankly speaking, a thought is a continuous process, one comes, the older one goes out and then again new reflection comes into one’s mind. Will the thought of the long chat with my father on his last day of life, that there could be a solution to normalize the relations between the two countries, which has made a niche in one of the corners of my mind, with the extending of invitation full of affectionate, full of etiquette, brotherhood, and emotions for which they were equally sick of violence?

Sometimes I fail to understand how the leaders took the decision to bifurcate the country or it was taken deliberately and painstakingly executed.

I don’t think the day might come for a social media awareness campaign that explores the impact of violence on the emotional and cognitive processes of individuals and communities across the country. But, often the majority of our apprehensions turn out to be false and with the regular violation of the line of control, and killing of innocent persons on the border, the words of my father still ring with fear in my ear.