This poem, written in October, 2016 is in response to what was happening in Kashmir at that time; when Kashmir flooded in abundance of blood, bullets and stones.
“Burhan govv nah Shaheed” (Burhan got martyred), declared my 8 year old cousin when I asked him, on phone, why he had not been to his school for the last four months, precisely since Eid ul Fitr.
Wande, winter in Kashmir, is a magical time. It is what gives Kashmir its unique identity and character. In it lies Kashmir’s essence. It is the time when Kashmir replenishes itself.