Melancholy!

Its not a commentary upon intenational affairs, its a story.

Once upon a time there was a small child Sonu. He was an orphan but was duly talen care by his guardians. He was very happy.

When he entered school, he was eschewed and many times shooed away. Then a time arised when he came out of the well and tried to prove himself. He grew.

But somebody was unhappy. In the garbof happieness came an encroachment. To dampen his sweet smile and build a home on it. To make the person as she was .. and then ask whgy are you like that?

When he tried to come out of her thought canopy and built a better life for both... let evrybody free... but no! She will not. She will subdue , cry to pain the other one and them slit the throat with the hands of the same person.

Its called harakiri in Japan but everybody knows it's murder... but nobody can prove it anywhere lest here.