Srinagar, July 27 -- Pride, indolence, envy, shame that's my palette, that's my choice of colours, and with them I have drawn the portrait of the devil till he's turned into a scabby, legless, mangy figure. and if I look long enough, I can see some faint outlines of the artist under the dark glaze. and so,I press my palette of vices to my lips and walk towards my pyre, where I draw the last portrait, that of myself. Yes eyes heavy, eyes open only half against that same weariness I found my mind returning to the two of them.I don't know why, but prayer and the worship of God has always been difficult for me since I was a kid. I might not have been able to count the months that passed before I had a chance to pray on one of the Fridays and ...