The other side of the bridge

What is it about the other side of the bridge that instills such fear in us?

I think of this as I see the (in)famous Clifton bridge in the distance. Most people claim that the other side is too far, or too backward, too much of anything that theirs’ isn’t.

But the truth – the brutal truth is that the divide doesn’t really exist.

No matter how much we try to say that the other side will never be like the side we are on – we’re wrong.

I cross Teen Talwar, staring up at our country’s principles.

Unity. I wish more than anything that this inherent divide did not exist.

Faith. I hope that one day faith comes to those who want it, and it isn’t forced upon those who don’t.

Discipline. The one thing we all so deeply crave, yet lack as well.

Isn’t that what we all truly want? No matter what side of the bridge –

Maybe it’s the fact that you see more shalwar kameez as you ease into Saddar out of the elite Clifton and Defence.

Maybe it’s the fact that Saddar is where our history lies – between the old building barely held on even as crevices, between the tiny streets that once housed the literary greats of our country.

Maybe its because Clifton and Defence can never have that history, can never re-create British India. Or maybe it’s because we’re stuck. Stuck in a place that takes us so far from what we once knew, from the people we once were. Drowning into the abyss of societal norms that mean so little yet show so much.