Kargil.

In the picture, a view of Kargil the town and the sorrounding arid, lunar landscape, from Hotel Caravan Sarai. Yonder right before the hills are the fences that separate Us from The Big Enemey, although they are not very much yonder in the picture. Also not yonder in the picture is a tall hill to the left atop which The Big Enemey has taken position to watch Us, I am told. While being driven down to the town, our driver had also pointed us towards the barren Tiger Hills, where the big artillery battle of 1999 had happened. All of a sudden the nothingness starts to remind of body bags being sent home and teary widows and mothers, of two nations destined to be at each others' neck ever since their very inception.

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