After the genocide: Kashmiri Hindu and the memory lane

Vivek Raina

The journey is long the fight is tough. I already know that in the end I will win but the first battle I have to fight is to never forget these memories. Never let go that place from my mind.

Today most of the day was spent mentally in remembering kashmir. I have images and glimpses of my house, walk to school, morning in the temples, my neighbour’s, roads streets, playgrounds, evening, mornings. Fragmented pieces and glimpses of the only place I’ll ever call home.

Today while I was physically in Delhi my mind and soul was walking the streets of Habba Kadal, visiting my relatives in Ganpatiyar, and Fateh Kadal, Karan Nagar, a lot of other places that are nameless visuals in my mind.

Today I once again went to Dal Lake in boat with my father, I once again walked with my mother from JKTDC bust stand to Amira Kadal and took a brief stop at Pratap Park only to walk over dried Chinar leaves in autumn.

Srinagar is not a peice of real estate. It is a piece of my heart. All I have to do to be there is close my eyes and stitch together these broken glimpses.

The journey is long the fight is tough. I already know that in the end I will win but the first battle I have to fight is to never forget these memories. Never let go that place from my mind.

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