I lived in Baramulla, a breathtakingly beautiful village in the borders of Kashmir. Life was mostly beautiful those days, all I did was music,music and music. We bandmates were like a family. But one night, all our peaceful lives were torn down and burnt to ashes. Yes, it was a terror attack and the same old sad story but it hits differently because it is not just about lives being destroyed. It is also about a DREAM being destroyed, an idea that cold change so many things being destroyed.
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