A Kashmir Story I miss them by Revaa
I never met them. I don’t know their names? But I miss them. They were killed in the Pulwama attack. They were our soldiers. They were there to protect our country.
I want to thank them and tell them that I will remember them forever.
I am eight years old. At times I read the newspaper and watch the news channels. I heard Pakistan has killed our soldiers. For me, Pakistan is a bad country.
But they say that a young boy rammed his jeep in the bus carrying the army men. This is bad. Our men should support our army.
when I did a show and tell (We show pictures or things and tell about it) on Kashmir. I was in UKG at that time. I told about Dhal Lake and the Tulip Garden. The shikaras and the way of life in Kashmir. For me, Kashmir was a beautiful place. I wanted to take a ride in a Shikara. I wanted to walk through the tulips in the Tulip Garden but now I am scared. Kashmir is no longer a beautiful place for me.
I think something is very wrong in Kashmir. It must be the work of a witch. I have read in the storybooks that most of the beautiful garden have a demon or a witch in it.
The bad witches take rounds on their brooms and observe the happy people. They hurt and kill them because they don’t like happiness. The witches kidnap people, they torture them and make them suffer. But every story also has a solution. They kill the witch in the end or the bad witch becomes a good witch. The greenery and happiness return to the place. We must look for a similar solution and kill the bad witch in Kashmir.