I've eaten your bread and salt,
I've drunk your water and wine;
The deaths ye've died I've watched beside
And the lives that ye've led were mine.
-- Rudyard Kipling
The hills behind, parts of them, are with enemy Pakistan. The boys, sitting outside their humble hut, were reluctant to pose, but soon their smiles turn wide. And free. They must have once slept to the lullaby of guns...They must have been watched from other forward posts when they went shepherding their cattle in the afternoons....
The LoC was such an overwhelming, intense, humbling experience....
For no apparent reason, the song 'Tujhse Naraz Nahin Zindagi, Hairaan Hoon...' from the movie Masoom (listen to it here) is playing in a loop in my mind.