My wait to come home was almost over. I was waiting in the queue on Delhi airport to get the boarding pass for my flight to Jammu. All smiling and happy, little did i know that the flight was overbooked. After arguments and counter arguments i settled down for a connecting flight to Srinagar and then to Jammu.
I have never been to Srinagar/Kashmir after 90's the so called migration. I was very small when my family left Kashmir or Kashir (AS it is called in kashmiri).
Kashmir has always been very close to my heart but didn't know what would it mean or how would it feel to be there after so many years.
As the flight was about to land, the whole scenery was amazing. There was still some bits of snow still left on the mountain peaks. All of a sudden my heart was filled with excitement and curiosity.
I never seen so many speaking kashmiri at the same time. As i glanced out of the exit, some kids were wearing Faran and holding Kangdees. I felt nostalgic about the things i barely experienced.
I was all happy and smiling looking at the people; who are just like me and you; helpful and smiling.
After I landed the stop over was just over an hour.I finally left to board my next flight to Jammu.
As the flight was taking off my eyes were full of tears and heart full of joy.
I bid Goodbye to Kashmir with a promise to be back.
