I am neither Indian nor Pakistani. I am stateless. I am like that dead animal carcass which every dog feel is it’s birth right to eat.

There’s no love left for me but only sense of authority and possession. Yes, Indians as a countrymen never showered love and gave my right which i deserve. While Pakistanis always fueled anger in my brothers towards our own. No one has lost anything in this agony of Kashmir in last 60 odd years. If anyone has lost anything then it’s Kashmir only. We lost family, friends, education, employment, business and above all freedom.

Sometimes, I feel why was i born in Kashmir ? Why not in some other part of India. Atleast then, I would have been accepted wholeheartedly all across India. Atleast, then no Indians would have doubted my intentions. I wouldn’t have been frisked. I could have enjoyed my childhood, my youth and time with my family and friends without scare of being shot or arrested.

I live every single day with a new hope and yet keep myself prepared for worst. Yes, any moment of time some fanatic can hurl grenade and end my existence. My father calls me up every now and then for silly things. Sometimes he reminds about bringing household things and sometimes he talks about things which hardly matter. Yes, this is daily routine, even though he knows where exactly i am going. But trust me, he doesn’t call me because he needs anything. He only calls to check my well being. I am mature enough to understand his concern. And this is the story of most of us, where our family is more concerned whether we are reaching home by evening or not.

I believe, you all may not be living in such fear. Welcome friends, I am Kashmiri and this is how i live. But hey, don’t doubt our resilience. We still laugh, enjoy and live with hope.

I wonder any of you have ever thought of us while celebrating festivals. We too are your brothers and sisters. Every Indian would stand tall to claim Kashmir as part of India. But why  we Kasmiris are not embraced and loved when we are in INDIA.

We don’t have any industry, we don’t have any factories. We hardly know luxuries of life. We know how to fight odds and survive with a HOPE.

Tourism is the biggest and sole source of income for most of us. I have heard that my brothers and sisters of India love to travel abroad and they have started earning well. I would request, come and visit your home in Kashmir. Come and see how your brothers and sisters shower love on you. I would request you to visit us once. Show us a feeling of belongingness. Show us we are your own.

We need you as family not tourists. As a Kashmiri, I promise you won’t be disappointed to see how beautiful nature is. Come and See Kashmir. Come and Feel Kashmir. Come and Breathe in Kashmir. You will never ever forget the experience.

Help us to build Kashmir back again and reclaim Heaven of Earth.

We live in HOPE and we will live in HOPE. and you all know to live we need to fill our stomach as well. HOPE itself can’t feed our family. But yes, support from my fellow brothers and sisters of India will help me to stand again with strength.

Don’t consider Kashmir as only part of India. Love us and support us as a family.