It is truly sad and tragic that when I Google Kashmir, it’s no longer a tourist destination
When I Google Kashmir pictures, I see barbed wires on desolate streets
When I search for home, all I see are empty, vacant eyes which greet the camera lens from behind the drawn curtains
When Google shows results, it’s a sad page of many stories
A war-torn region? No. It’s a blackout and an example of inhumane methods of hypocrisy
The stories shared, some are lies and some are portrayed as lies.
I read them anxiously, hoping the better ones are the new reality
Looking, with longing in my eyes, for a message, a sign that my family is alive
So when I Google Kashmir, the lonely Lal Chowk greets me, tells me of woes of people back home
Suppressed voices, oppressed back of tired, torn Indian citizens.
People of Kashmir, dying a slow death, choking on air made toxic by forces nobody understands.