I am Kashmir. I am immortal. I was known as ‘Jannat’ or ‘Paradise on earth’ due to the incomparable natural beauty. I find myself constantly caught between the insurgent, the soldier and the innocent local.
Every child in Kashmir yearns to bring back those days, and by days one means the era, the era of prosperity, love, brotherhood and happiness.
The streets hummed with a steady flow of traffic and the sidewalks were bustling with happy shoppers and excited tourists, both domestic and foreign. The Taj, Srinagar we checked into is all subdued luxury. Paneled walls, soft Kashmiri rugs and carpets and graceful, courteous staff, mostly young Kashmiris.