SG: It is difficult to sum up my family history in one paragraph. However, let me try. We lived peacefully in Srinagar till 1990. In 1989, some unknown militants terrorised us. One militant had a pistol in his hand. Can you imagine someone armed with a pistol knocking at the door of your house? The militant said, ‘This is the house of the professor,’ referring to my father who taught at a college there. Our names could have been on a hitlist. Many Pandits were killed in our locality. Our neighbours and well-wishers did their utmost to reassure us, but they also said we should leave because it was dangerous to linger on. I studied in a camp school. My grandfather battled Alzheimer’s for four years and died miserably. My grandmother, too, died, longing to return to her home in the land of her birth. I can go on and on. Some parts of what I have to say is in my memoir titled ‘Season of Ashes’ in A Long Dream of Home.