Summer of 2011 that was! The meadows dotted with the wild yellow-white flowers, starting from the side of the sparkling and exulting Drass river by the road and ascending to those tiny hamlets which had scattered houses of stones and wood, with sloping roofs, would beckon to me with much earnestness. And I wouldn’t disappoint it. I would put my walking shoes on and set about to explore a new route that these meadows hid, sometimes with a tiny grove of poplar trees and sometimes with barley fields- staple diet in these regions. I would reach the road and cross the iron bridge, with the roaring wind as my only companion. Sometimes though, when the wind had a bit of subdued existence, I would take my ten-year-old son too, to these excursions, much to the chagrin of my husband, who would be perpetually anxious about our safety, given the nature of the place. The weather in these areas is not quite friendly or so to say and added to that was the supposed tension which had lingered on in the environment since the ‘Kargil War’. But to me, it was an opportunity to see and experience the part of OUR country which not many get a chance to- to know the second coldest inhabited place in the world ( In the freezing winter, temperatures in Drass can drop to as low as -45 degrees Celsius), and its people, to walk on the very road (NH1) which the enemies had tried to destroy but eventually failed, to experience a surrounding which was both intimidating and engaging at the same time.
While the rambunctious wind (especially in the evenings) coerced one to stay indoors, the exquisiteness of natural beauty, of greens growing over the brown beds and the crooning river cajoled one to come out and engage in the rendezvous with it. Like a beloved, nature would stretch its hands to hold yours to take you to a journey hitherto unknown to you, and never
Especially the innocence of children tugged at my heartstrings. Their unsullied laughter, pink cheeks and eagerness to answer my queries pertaining to their school, village, friends would make me want to reach to them every single day, till I stayed in that town. These children seemed to be an extension of the very nature! Nothing could have felt more blissful. It was a world distinctly different than the one I had known. A world that felt so complete. It felt like ‘hope’ traversed amongst them with much gaiety and kept them happy even in such rigorous setup. This town, this gateway to Ladakh, only about sixty kilometres away from the picturesque Sonamarg, could very well be the gateway to happiness, purity.
On one such walk, I came across a happy sort of hurly-burly in front of a house in the village, on the other side of the hill. On enquiring, I was told that they were preparing to welcome the new bride, who was to come the next day. Driven by my desire to know their customs, I almost invited myself for the function, which was accepted with much alacrity, warmth and happiness. “
And as expected, my husband was at the gate, waiting anxiously, “where had you been, I was so worried, why didn’t you take someone with you if I was busy? What if…” I understood what he wanted to say. “Yes, I should have taken someone with me. I got quite late. At least he could have come back and informed you about it. For your other ‘fears’, I would say that was not required. I was with my fellow countrymen,” I looked at the TIGER HILL overlooking the highway.
After all those years, I wonder what those children would have grown into, what they must be doing now? Certainly, I can’t place them in the crowd of stone-pelters and amongst people who are not ‘my countrymen’ in spirit. But I can’t help thinking about those children either who are amongst them, who too, must have been innocent kids at one point of time, growing in the valley of saffron. Neither can I stop thinking about people who must have been children when they were made to leave their beloved homes and are living now as refugees in other parts of the country with just a faint memory of their childhood! How and when did the ‘saffron’ turn into poison, I wouldn’t know…I wouldn’t know who is right, who is wrong, but I surely know that the loss of childhood and its innocence is the heaviest collateral damage that’s taking place in a conflict that’s not their calling. The ‘leaders’ then and ‘leaders’ now, of various hues and outfits, are leading them to a future without hope. I suppose it’s time, the ‘commoners’ take charge of their own future, in Kashmir and outside it.
To begin with, let’s be human – not a fighter, not a stone-pelter, not a soldier, not an anarchist, not a war fanatic, not a war repugnant! We as Indians must act true to its civilizational genius for accepting and celebrating, rather than merely tolerating diversity. Perhaps then we can protect the ‘fragrance of the saffron’!
Copyright © Aradhana Mishra
A hard truth conveyed and woven beautifully with nature children and innocence blended together.
For people like us, not exposed to Kashmir’s pristine beauty, it acted like a mirror showcasing nature’s pure beauty and for humanity at large, it’s well narrated ,essence preserved and points and issues left to ponder and act.
This was a narration that was intended to drive home the point that ‘some grown-ups’ meddle too much in issues that should have been left untouched, for their own benediction, to assert authority over the mass. Children do not come into this world understanding religion and boundaries, it’s the grown-ups who introduce them to these worlds. If we allow those so-called leaders …of any religion or region to tell us what is good or bad for our children, we shall end up being a partner in crime…and the children shall pay the heaviest price of all. I still wonder, how a beautiful place like Kashmir and its children- both the Muslims and the Pundits- ended up in such chaos, albeit differently!
Thank you for the feedback Monisha. Your words are always precious.
Beautifully written Aradhna – I completely agree with you, it’s high time we become sensitive towards the issue- esp the children who are suffering for no fault of theirs. Wars and fights – are completely futile – not a solution.
Thank you, Radhika! I too wonder when shall we truly grow up, beyond certain thoughts, beyond our greed…shouldn’t the safety, welfare and nurturing of the children be the priority of all stakeholders!!!!!!!!!!! To me, war is nothing but a misplaced notion of ‘glory’! The true victory is only if we can pride safety, nurturing and a bright future to the children!
Absolutely loved it Aradhana!! Especially the heading which sums it up so beautifully. Sadly things have been going in a totally different direction and nobody can see the damage it has done to the forthcoming generation
Thank you, Sana! Indeed, things have been going in directions, that doesn’t lead to a good and secure future for the children! Had heard dialogue from a movie where the protagonist asks as to why ‘Kashmir’ issue cant be solved despite having so many learned people around… the reply was something which perhaps can sum up the reason… “Kashmir is not a place… It’s an entire industry and provides so many people so many things to stay important..(might have forgotten the exact thing…but this was the crux)! No one really cares about people , or children…this way or that way!
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