101 Quotes About Kashmir

She was buried right next to her mother, Begum Arifa Yeswi. Mother and daughter died by the same bullet. It entered Miss Jebeen’s head through her left temple and came to rest in her mother’s heart. In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.

I've always tried to resemble a brave man.It didn't used to be this hard-and I've had so much practice pretending. After all, when you're a thief, you're always pretending to not be. The same is true when you're poor. And sometimes also when you're in love.I still don't know how it happened. Usually I'm better at guarding what little I have. But one day, I went looking for my heart and found it in Nix's hands.

Kashmir was a secular society, but not to the extent that inter-caste marriages or inter-religious marriages could happen easily and without uproar.

The alleged atrocities committed by the security forces were said to be much higher, in remote villages, than in the cities, but the reality remained hidden from the press, and international media, due to affected areas being so physically inaccessible. Yet, the city dwellers continued claiming that they had been facing much more as compared to the rural dwellers.

Kashmir, in fact, had become like a mistress of the country that wanted to keep her close but never tried to win her heart. The two never accepted each other even after seven decades of bonhomie.

The Azadi movement and the revival of puritanical Islam, had become intertwined in such a way, that it created confusion, not only in the valley, but in the international community, which had become suspicious of our objectives as well.

There was always a boundary between daughter and daughter in law, as if it were a military line of control that nobody had a clear concept about.

Dinner was the main meal of the day. Sahib had good taste and appetite and a weakness for Kashmiri dishes. Mughlai mutton with turnips, rogan josh, kebab nargisi, lotus roots-n-rhizomes, gongloo, karam saag, the infinitely slow-cooked nahari, and the curd-flavored meatballs of gushtaba.

Men – merchants, kings – from far and wide have made this city their home. Someday, they will call our land Kashmir, theirs, Gopal and I often joke.