Postcolonial Politics

The valley bleeds again, and the script writes itself. A militant attack. A volley of accusations. Troops amass. Politicians thunder. Nuclear nightmares are summoned like ancient gods, wielded for effect. And once the show is over, the curtain falls, leaving the stage empty and the people forgotten. But Kashmir is

The valley bleeds again, and the script writes itself. A militant attack. A volley of accusations. Troops amass. Politicians thunder. Nuclear nightmares are summoned like ancient gods, wielded for effect. And once the show is over, the curtain falls, leaving the stage empty and the people forgotten. But Kashmir is