Just a short story i've been working on. i hope you enjoy it.31 MilesThe sun shined on the veranda, past the poppy fields, there was the ancestral home, two families, separated by just 31 miles and 1000 soldiers. She was over there, he was over here. Asifs heart was slowly crumbling into dust. Priya, his love, was due to be married, or marred, as she thought, to Harirama. A rich landowner accustomed to the city, whos life was alien to the farm raised Priya. The lights of Amritsar could not be