The Pulwama Letter “It’s bliss, listening to trains pass-by stations, until the day comes for one's departure sitting inside the one amongst them,” Dinesh, an 18-year-old boy said it to himself with his slightest possible voice which his friend Karthik heard while walking down on the cemented banks of the river Ganga. “Wait, you said something just now, what was that?” Karthik asked immediately. Though Karthik was a very good friend of Dinesh, he never succeeded in sorting out his friend’s additional lines in between their conversations. “What did you just say now, Dinesh?” “Umm, nothing, it was just something else… Ok, let’s have a cup of tea, shall we? Even today’s cloudy weather is favouring us.” Dinesh looked up, his hands in his pockets and replied, “Come on man, you do this to me every time. Tell me what did you say then?” Karthik stood still, bull-headed. “Ok, my boy, come, let’s talk about it with the taste of the tea.” Dinesh and Karthik held their cups of tea and sat on t
