The summer of love

JK Bank
“As night falls on my journey far I find myself at a riverbank. I search my pockets and not a cowry there. What shall I pay for the ferry fee?”   It started with a wedding and ended in a march. In between many innocent souls were murdered ruthlessly on the streets of Kashmir. Love was the chain that pulled and bound many of us, and it also set us free. Love of a belief that refuses to die – a belief in a just world, a belief that people’s power can give impetus to a peaceful process for the

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