I am not a Kashmiri. but, KASHMIR is my home
Growing up, Kashmir was always there — not just on the map, but in our conversations, in the silences, in the fears we inherited. I knew it through textbooks and television screens, through family discussions that always seemed to stop mid-sentence, and through headlines that made it sound like a place too complicated to be real.It was always the border, the dispute, the tension, the “situation”. And yet, despite all the noise, there was always a pull — quiet but strong. Because it wasn’t just any place for me. It was mine. I was born and brought up in Jammu…