The stories in Kashmir are never good either they are ambiguous,disdain or very sad.
Bashrat peer lines are very simple yet true to an extent of brutality.
I recently picked up a book from new friends colony,adjacent to the famous AL-bake with a sole motive of time pass but turned out to be a mind psychedelic revelation.
The book is lavishly unencumbered by jargon.Though the author being a journalist lacks the spice of entertainment.
In fact at times the book seems to be crammed with facts that it is on the brink of swallowing your patience as a reader and you say
"easy boy easy".
But within a split of second you realise that its not the boy's fault. He has seen so much happen in his childhood and his heart is eager to eject every ounce of pus that has been formed over years in the wounds for a reason that shouts you are a Kashmiri Muslim.
There are references that might leave you in tears.
A small incident where a daughter drops her pajama when her father in law asks her to open the window saying "KHOL DO" due to fear of being raped.
There are methods used by Indian army where they rape,kill,slaughter,kidnap and push children with landmine in their hand to jihadi bunkers.
Such is the explanations that it sometimes overshadow the popular and cherished claim of democracy and secularism.
Its beautifully hurtful.The voice of Kashmir seem so powerful that it almost dethrones every voice in you as an Indian and just a misty sense of self consciences is trying to breathe its final moments of
"PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN".
Truly amazing,sarcastically poetic and very engrossing.
A must read for every humanitarian soul alive in this country that has a state bought for seventy five lakhs called
KASHMIR
