• The Ghost of Sundarbani

    I enjoy time travelling. No it’s not as technical as it sounds. All you need to do is pick up a memory from the past and revisit it. The link to time-travel is usually around you, like some song, some jokes or maybe a face. For me, this time it was newspaper headline on current situation in J&K. My memory immediately transported me to my regiment, back to my first experience of this beautiful state. The year was 2003. I was only 8 months old in my regiment; “baby” of the unit as everyone would…

  • Kashmir - A Heaven That Rots in Hell

    “Aur sab khairiyat (All well)?” Wasif asked. “How’s baaji, bhai, uncle...?” Wasif asked all his acquaintances the well-being of their loved ones in detail. Few of his friends light-heartedly made fun of this habit. They didn’t realise that if you’ve lived in Kashmir at the peak of unrest, often unsure whether you or your relatives would return back home at the end of the day, then the ‘khairiyat’ (well-being) of people-who-matter is of primary concern, much more than any other dream that a teena…

  • Kashmir – an Ideology, an Opinion, some Emotions, and may be a Geography

    Synopsis Year, 2015. A newly wed bride is out to explore the exotic beauty of Kashmir in India. While she is an out-and-out tourist, with each new corner of the valley enhancing her love for mountains, Rumi Dasgupta’s relationship with the valley is far more profound than the excitement of a seasonal visitor. Her in-laws had been one of those unfortunate Kashmiri Pandits, who had to leave behind their belongings in the valley and run, only with their life, over-night. Rumi’s travel through va…

  • Unbelonging of Kashmiri Pandits

    “We are leaving in next 2 hours for Jammu”, BobJi announced almost panting. “We are not going anywhere, and where will we go?” I could see a silent tear in the eyes of my father while he protested with a feeble voice. “Are you crazy ? Don’t you realise, everything is burning outside. Every day Pandit`s are being Raped, murdered and kidnapped. All our relatives and friends have already left.” “No, I don’t have anywhere to go. Do me a favour, take my daughter along with you. Let her stay with Anu …

  • That Midnight Knock At My Door

    Midnight knocks at my door continue to be fresh in my memory lane. I clearly remember that it was 05 January 1999. When I looked at my watch, it was around 1 AM. On having opened the door, I found, it was snowing heavily and there was an accumulation of snow almost up to four to five inches. It was all white and freezing cold. Insurgency was at its peak in Kashmir valley. Our unit location was surrounded by villages from all the sides. This made security a more complex issue. We had perimeter se…


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