Talking about blooming flowers in the season of booming guns can be called a case of misplaced priorities, but I must admit that I'd plump for the former any day. Trudging through the battle zone, one cannot ignore those tiny colourful wild flowers swinging happily on the rocky mountain faces in Kargil. This is the season of blooms in the upper Ladakh region. The plants strike root wherever they find a water source,they don't need any grooming. These wild flowers have a special role to play in the life of Kargil. Every season, young children collect the flowers and gift them to their grandparents. This age-old tradition is observed by Muslims and Buddhists alike.
Only, this time there are no children left in Kargil to collect the flowers. Nor are there any elders to accept them. Kargil is a ghost town, as the newspapers have been telling you. A beautiful tradition, more than anything else, has become the first casualty of the guns.