My eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden and I am sure it's the Bailey's. But I have to write this first.

A slideshow of photographs of Hiroshima. It's been 62 years and see where it is now. What the world goes there to see is what happened six decades ago. They come back with feelings I can only imagine. The horrors relived through what has been meticulously preserved, what is on display. That's what brings in the tourists and yes, the money as well.

And then a slideshow of an orphanage in Kupwara, Kashmir. Present day. It's been 60 years of independence, about 20 since the terrorism started. The world probably does not even know it exists. The horrors reflected in the eyes of children, smiling shyly behind the tattered covers of a book. Each childhood crammed into tin trunks with sharp, jagged edges. There is nothing that is meticulously preserved. Nothing on display. The tourists are long gone and with them the money.

The screen looks a little blur and my eyes sting. Am sure it's the Bailey's. Damn it.