Massacre of the Kashmiri Soul

22 innocent people. Who led uncomplicated lives. In the beautiful valley of Kashmir. The place where God dwelled (or atleast would have loved to).

All huddled into the small house of the Village Chief. Open fire. No hint of humanity. All 22 killed. Someone's father. Someone's child. Or probably mother. But someone who had life. With feelings and thoughts. And could sense pain. And fear. And death.

Life goes on here. Without worries. People discuss HOD. Or coffee day. Or the erudite(!) lecturers.

The massacre happened just yesterday. One of the bloodiest attacks ever in the Kashmiri History. And Bush blabbers about War against terrorism.
The exodus of Kashmiri Pandits has been prominently taking place from decades. The great civilization that brew art, culture and literature has been destroyed.

The cursed beauty has had it enough. The governments of both the nations should stop their act of sending buses to each other when they have such a serious issue in hand. Its not the count of deaths, but the loss of souls. I would prefer a strong step from the prime-minister to end all misery. Enough of reading about these horrific cruel brutal murders of my Kashmiri brothers and sisters.

Jai Hind.
(the pic is of a Kasmiri lady at Dal Lake)