Keep the kids Out of this:
I was on my way to Srinagar and when I crossed the Jawahar tunnel, I felt so good. I always felt blessed to be born in this part of the world and cherished my summers spent in Kashmir . I was busy acknowledging the beauty of Kashmir when my phone buzzed. One of my friends called me up to inform that there might be a curfew in Srinagar , One more boy got killed. He told me to be careful. It brought me back to reality. I looked out of the window and could clearly saw what lied underneath this beauty. The vale full of blood, Wails, laments, dead bodies. The next hour of travel was more tiring and I kept asking myself when wills this end. The driver of my cab might have over heard my silence when he answered without any expression on his face “never brother, not in your or my life time”. I reached Lal Chowk at 10 P.M.It was more alive than I have ever seen in the last fe