Written by Akhtar Mohi-ud-Din | Translated from Kashmiri by M Siddiq Beig
It is now that my vision is getting clear. Not that I discern anything, or that I get a feel of anything palpable, but assuredly, not that darkness which terrified, that led you astray; something like a perception that there is somebody on the other side of the wall, or something breathing “yahoo, yahoo” in and out.
Well, who or what can be there on the other side of the wall? How can I say! I still admit to my blindness.
My eyes even today perceive the darkness