Summer O'16
Bloody, like many in the past. Bloodiest, may be. With the midsummer blue sky as the only witness to its despair, Kashmir bleeds once again. Once again, the streets are blood-spattered and sentiments traumatized. Once again, a gruesome massacre has been carried out and the dead placed under curfew. Once again,summer smells of slaughter and, this one has been blinded too. On July 9, 2016, a leading news channel of India flashed its breaking news as, “21 die in fresh violence in Kashmir.” Eid-ul-fitr was celebrated just four days ago in the valley but that’s what the average time of peace in our ruby paradise is, if one may call it so. Weak on our knees, holding the gasps, like all the other Kashmiri families, ours too sank under shock as one of the ghastliest days of Kashmir was being relayed. Father, at his emotional high, reminiscing over the ache and agony of over 6 decades in the folds and furrows of his skin and quite annoyed by the words ‘fresh violence’, cursed Nehru...