“I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell” - Omar Khayyam
Sahana cried softly all the way from hospital to her house in the Phatphati. The driver looked at her through the rear view mirror and asked "Are you alright?"
"Yes" Sahana replied and wiped her tears with dupatta..
"Look at the state of the city. What was the purpose of this mindless violence?" he groused as they passed by broken and burnt buses. The city was ravaged but it was slowly limping back to normalcy. The administration was trying its best to restore normalcy and it had arrested some rioters. The capital city's citizens were always strong and resilient. They helped each other and tried their best to
