Growing up, the things I heard about my supposed home amidst the mountains were completely contradictory to the three words Kashmir was described to be. It was known to me as the place that we, as Kashmiri Pundits were forced to leave. The images in my head were always layered with a dull grey.
Years later, I decided to head back to the North and have a look again- with a perspective that was different, a perspective that was mine. What if we hadn’t been pushed out? What if I were still living here? Home to me is about simple things that mark me to be different- and these pictures are how I perceived this place, or home as they call it, to be.