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            I tried to run away from the reality in Kashmir, but failed 
            By Ruwa Shah              
             New Delhi, July 23, 2016 It has been exactly a week since I landed back to peace -- after my   return from the burning paradise, Kashmir. From on board the plane, I   overlooked my beautiful homeland where mountains stood naked with the   icing of clouds hovering over the peaks. 
               
              I felt it was a   beautiful but a painful dungeon. What I saw from that small window of   the plane, was not what I witnessed on the streets, hospitals and homes   during my stay at my home in Srinagar, where I had gone to celebrate   Eid.  
               
              Now, I am away from the horrifying scenes of blood -- and   children hurt with hundreds of tiny pellets pierced into their bodies   lying on the beds of hospitals. And I am away from the siege which   continues. 
               
              As I started from the airport in Delhi towards my   apartment, everything around was normal. I was seeing so many people on   the streets after a week of curfew. The normality here made me feel   guilty. I felt very mean about myself as I thought about my friends, my   relatives and my people back home who have been denied almost every   basic need.  
               
              I made a promise that I will detach myself from what   is happening in Kashmir as it had caused me pain, and my consciousness   was affected. But I failed. The thoughts of the sufferings of my people   still haunt me. I try to sleep at night but I cannot because the images   of people hit by bullets arriving at the hospitals fills me with   disquiet. The depressing condition of Kashmir and the scenes did not   allow me to stay detached. 
               
              I am scared of seeing my Twitter and   Facebook time-line too. I probably would not have written about this had   I not read about five-year-old Nasir admitted in Shri Maharaja Hari   Singh (SMHS) hospital in Srinagar. Nasir has not been hit by a bullet or   pellet.  
               
              Apparently, the security forces have inserted a needle   inside his left eye, according to local media reports. His innocent   cherubic face is partially covered by a bandage. He was not protesting   or mourning the death of Burhan Wani. He is just five. I assume he does   not even know what is going around.  
               
              And Nasir is not the only   one. There are hundreds of children who are injured by the pellet shots   -- which the authorities say was a "non-lethal weapon to control mobs".   But, it has left hundreds blind.  
               
              My friends in Delhi, keep on   saying that Kashmir is an "integral part of India". I do not contest   them. Neither do I question their obsession for Kashmir. I just have a   simple question to the stakeholders. How can you do this to the people   whom you call your own? 
               
              I might be living my normal life sitting   in the national capital. Of course, every beginner who wants to make a   career in journalism would want to be in the midst of news.  
               
              I am   filing routine stories about all sorts of news. But I am guilty of not   writing about my own people. Not because anyone has stopped me. Because,   it is so depressing and painful that I do not have the courage to write   about it. 
               
            I can only click a picture of the beautiful Kashmir   when I overlook it from the sky, while in reality I am running away from   all the things that depress me......IANS/ NRIpress.com 
            
  
  
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