Sunny works as a help at weddings. At Jammu.
For sometime he worked as a help at a Kashmiri Bakery at Habba Kadal too.
Back then he had a girlfriend back in his hometown. Kishtwar.
A place in olden days renowned for women who could turn men into mad lovers and mad lovers into mad birds.
‘I broke free while I still had time. Ran away. To Kashmir.’
He is now married to some other girl still in Kishtwar. And all of twenty-six, he has a kid daughter too.
At night he cries like a child while talking to his wife on the phone. Sometimes he does wish he was a bird who could fly.
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