After sleeping for almost 8 hours, I woke up with a fresh mind. My first action before breakfast was to rush to the stream and take a fresh bath in the cold water. There are hundreds of such streams in Kashmir that emerge from melting ice of huge Hamallian mountains and flow downstream in the valley. This is perhaps always the best experience of my life to take a fresh bath in the cold water of stream.
After returning home, I took a great breakfast. Now, I had to plan my day with my family. Our first goal was to visit the graveyard and offer prayers at the graves of our ancestors and those who died during Earthquake. So we started our journey towards the graveyard. As we moved to graveyard, this was the first opportunity for me to observe the devastation of earth quack in the day light. This is nothing short of shocking to see that the entire situation of town completely changed due to the quack. The tallest buildings I know once existed didn’t exist any more. Houses turned in to rebel. Schools and offices completely vanished from the face of earth. This was truly like a devastation scene from a world war movie.

On reaching graveyard, I couldn’t believe my eyes to see so many new graves. In fact, there were many mass graves, due to lack of space to burry the dead. We first went to our Grand Father’s grave, then visited our uncle’s, who committed suicide just a month before earthquake. Then to the other people who lost their lives in the earth quake. Now, we had to go to our uncle’s home who committed suicide a month before the earthquake. Our aunt welcomed us with the formal greetings. I also met Arsalan there who has been preparing for his exams. He is working for us in the internet marketing department. Their house has been partially damaged by the earthquake, but looked very dangerous to live in. One could see big cracks on the concrete walls every where. They may have to think to demolish and re-construct the home soon. But like many other families, they lack resources to re-build their home, and the grants offered by the government are hardly enough to meet that demand. Government has granted 200 to 300 thousand rupees to each family for reconstruction. This aid looks ridiculous, as average construction cost of normal concrete house with minimum facilities is 700 to 1000 thousand rupees.



I took a survey of the other houses in their streets, also belonging to other uncles of mine. They were completely damaged, and really dangerous to live in. There is no option except to demolish and reconstruct these houses.


Now, as per our plan, we had to go to Farid Abad to offer condolences to family of a cousin who was killed in the earthquake. His name was Shahid Abbas and he was Nephew of Tofeeq, who is working with me in Goldbar Enterprises. Farid Abad is a small town that is up hill. It was the center of all District Offices including District Hospital, District Courts, District Administration and police station. EVERY THING has been destroyed by the earthquake. All these buildings have been constructed after years of efforts and reflected the development of district, but now, nothing was left. Hundreds of people from district administration were killed, leaving law orphan for several days after earthquake.

We reached the family of my cousin. His mother was still upset about his tragic death and kept crying for hours. All I could do is to give her courage to bring her back to life. That is a tradition here, to visit the families of people who die and offer your condolences. Now, after taking lunch there, I decided to visit the grave of this cousin that was situated up hill. This was perhaps most difficult mission for me to climb uphill. Over the years, I have gained good weight and wasn’t used to climbing the way I used to be in my childhood. Any way, with a great difficulty, I climbed the hill with my younger brother and reached the graveyard. Graveyard was itself on a beautiful spot, fully surrounded by trees. We offered the prayer on this grave and decided to come down hill after taking rest for 10 minutes.
Now, we took a cab to come back to Bagh . At this time, I was really feeling tired, but as per my plan, I had to see my old friends today. So I decided to stick with my plan and first decided to visit my old childhood friend Mr. Khurram Parvez. Khurram is a journalist and also running his shop in the city. He has been with this profession from 13 years and is a well known journalist all over Kashmir. We know each other from 15 years, since our school age. He has a very pleasant and entertaining personality. He greeted me with a warm welcome like always. We were meeting after 2 years, so he could clearly see my body changes in last 2 years. Khurram had got married in the mean time and also had a 6 months old son. He was too busy that time, so we decided to meet at 7 PM and spend good time together.
In the mean time, I wanted to find where about of my dear teacher Mr. Iqbal, so I moved towards the shop of his brother. I was relieved to find that he and his family were all right during earthquake, though their house was completely damaged. I called my teacher who was very excited to talk to me after such a long time. We decided to meet next day at a place and then I came back to Khurram’s Office. Now, he was free from his business and we could finally sit and recall the past memories for hours.
Next day, my plans are to visit my old schools, and the college to see what devastation earthquake has brought there.