‘Those are Pakistani Fuji standing at the hill top, and they would soon come down to liberate us’, Said Ibrahim, recalling his vivid childhood   memories, that how his grandmother, would tell him, pointng towards towering pine trees stationed at the hills at night. “And indeed that they would come, we had a faith”, continued Ibrahim. ‘But it never happened,’ he sighed, with gleam diminishing in his eyes. Ibrahim is a congenial man from Srinagar in his early sixties. ...

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