Generation after generation in Kashmir are crushed in slow motion, and the longings of a people are inscribed on the scars and burns of their young. Shama Naqushbandi A man rows his boat in Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir. Credit: Reuters I have been visiting Kashmir since my childhood. Over the years, the valley has taught me many hard lessons about the world. With my early trips to Kashmir, the terrain between history and reality blurred. It was the first time I realised that tragedy was not a foreign country. Its proximity was…
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