Kharki mulk vich lodan jedhe, talab bande di rakan
~Mian Muhammad BakhshThis is the story of broken homes that fell in between nation, this is the story that Jhelum carries with it, the story of separation and longing. River Poonch carried on with clamor for decades. The banks of Neelum and Kishenganga never meet for the great line divides them too.
The roads did open and when they did young were old and the old dead. Fifteen days are too less for a lifetime of love, too less to see the children grow and too less to bury alongside the old dreams. But now they are the only dream.