This a memoir of growing up in Kashmir as a Kashmiri Pandit.
It all goes like a narration which doesn't sound very coherent on a timeline but once you put the book down you realise that the sequence automatically falls in place inside your brain. You've the building blocks thrown at you but you don't need a blueprint to know which one goes where, it always falls into it's place.
It is a bit difficult to put yourself in those shoes when you don't have anything similar of your own. It's easy to connect with a narration which talks about moving out of your place for your job, business, dreams or what not but when you're rooted out of your home and take up a tag of a refugee than it's a different kind of movement. It's not what you wanted to do or destined to do but this was something which was forced upon you.
There can be million opinions why or how this happened and who was responsible for it but in a retrospective this doesn't mean anything. You realise that what is done can't be undone. You can't just put the clock in reverse to wish it away.
However, this gives us the opportunity to contemplate on what we can do or how we can react to it. And if possible what everybody can learn from it.
Peace
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