It starts with a single step. A train ticket, a flight, a bus ride. A young man with a suitcase, his mother...
Kashmir at one point of time used to be full of life. The fields, the streets, the orchards—all alive with the sound...
It starts small. A comment under a post. A joke that’s not funny. Someone shares a photo with the wrong caption. And...
It wasn’t long ago that people in Kashmir would sit down to eat together—families, friends, neighbours. The meals were cooked slowly, carefully....