As a child he was enthusiastic about his trips to the major cities of the country, but this time when he stepped out of the airport, it was unlike ever before.

A roasting zephyr rushed and soon it started to pour. The drizzles were distinct from those of his area, but he enjoys the rains here.

Moving to a new city, a city which was so unusual and nothing close to the place he came from, made him miss his homeland.

During his first few days he found it hard to cope with the wide cultural difference and the fast-paced life of Delhi.

Adjusting here was no less a problem for him, but the social and political unrest in his valley added to this trouble.

He came from a distant land, the most picturesque state which lies on the lap of Himalayas. Its charm and magnificence is beyond the scope of mere words.

The valley has been likened to an emerald set of pearls, for it’s always green and the hills that ring it about are white. Undoubtedly, Heaven on Earth!

Portrayal of his motherland just felt like magic, a place everyone fantasises about.

It was his third day and probably my fifth when we got to know each other. We became friends in a gurdwara, but neither of us follows Sikhism.

He bowed his head and after a while and I did the same. It was a gesture to pay respect to the sacred place we were in, amongst an entire faith of people present over there.

Muslims cannot bow before anyone but Allah, but it was He in his heart and to Him he offered his prayer. No religion is intolerant toward others.

Moreover, we are devotees of culture and religion and not the worshippers of boundaries drawn by the orthodoxy norms.

On our way back home I told him about some of my friends from Pakistan and how friendship isn’t bound by divides. Religion should be about our deepest concern about humanity. Unfortunately, we use it to reflect geographical and ethnic disparities.

His people often air their grievances and disappointment regarding our country. It is sad to see nationals upset with the nation and the government.

On 13th of July this year, he was delighted to see that so many people from the capital gathered to protest in support of his land and people.

As we were walking, he said, "You are my enemy and a friend." I laughed and nodded.

The two of us often mock and tease each other regarding many issues, but I'm glad that friendship rises above all this.

His state is always in the headlines and so is the rivalry between us and our neighbour.

He feels very important as two powerful countries are after his land and asks why can't I and my friends from the other side live happily with each other, and stop paying him this unneeded attention.

India and Pakistan, they are never at peace with each other. If we talk about the development quotient then there's a long way to go.

We talk about dropping nuclear bombs on each other, where providing the people with basic amenities is a far cry for us.

Actually people here are way more patriotic, and to them patriotism doesn't stop at protecting their country.

We foolishly equate superiority with patriotism and leave no chance to castigate each other. I wonder if being antagonistic towards, or harming, each other makes us better off.

Patriotism is to be loyal; to love the country and the people; attachment to the nation we recognise as our homeland – but to us patriotism is not love for our country but has become hatred for the other.

We all are different but very similar. A lot has happened and is happening between India, Pakistan and Kashmir. Faults and flaws are on each side and our system isn't very active towards betterment.

We have had many wars in the past. I realise that history is important for our present and future but if we talk about history we were once all united and the same.

Cheers to 70 years of neighbourhood!