I was 28 years old when I first learnt about the KP Exodus, having accidentally chanced upon a discussion at a Kashmiri gathering. I looked at husband and asked him what everyone was talking about.
I didn’t know.
Both my parents are Kashmiri Pandits. My grandparents on both sides also were Kashmiri Pandits. My great grand parents were also Kashmiri Pandits. Yet, I did not know what they and their extended families suffered through.
I was angry, very angry the day I found out. So I called my Nani (maternal grandmother). All she said was, ‘There has never been an opportunity to tell you. There is nothing to tell. Everything is lost forever now.’
Yes! We lived on, a few of us to pursue education. We did not pick up guns, nor stones. We escaped the dance of death and apathy to grow up and then be gaslighted by you, our dear friends, school mates, neighbours, colleagues.
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