The book is a personal account of the incidents during the exodus of Kashmiri Pandits from the valley in 1990. The author himself was forced to leave his home as a teenager in the wake of the violence that broke out in Kashmir.
The narrative is deeply moving and powerful – tales of personal loss hit you hard and stay with you. Details of the gruesome violence witnessed in the valley send a shiver down your spine – another scary reminder of how radical ideology can push humankind towards brutality.
There is also the personal account of the author’s maternal uncle when the 1948 invasion took place. The fear is palpable in both narratives when they talk of hiding or fleeing from the militants.
But what strikes you over and above all this is the sheltered cocoon you are living in, oblivious for the most part to the struggles being faced elsewhere. How the things we take for granted are the ones that assume a central position in determining a family’s peace of mind. Things like running water for example.
I would recommend the book to everyone. Everyone who wants to face the harsh realities of the world around them.