Kashmir - The Unforgettable
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Greetings , from the other side of world. I presume that I will find many writers from outside India. So this is to spread, share my elegy. Kashmir, known as the Paradise on earth is a valley occupied by India. Kashmir famous for it's beautiful locations , picturesque backgrounds, rivers , lakes , has been put under continuous 70day curfew strike by the Government. Reason to be the killing of a rebel , "Burhan Wani" who was forcedly taken as a terrorist by the Government. This uprising has its roots in the curfewed nights of 90's when militancy captured Kashmir and made a dreadful snap. People die on daily basis, they are tortured , pellets are showered on the peaceful protests . This is my homeland. This is what I fight for. I am a student of English literature , New Delhi, India.This Needs to be over. The WAR must end.
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