I remember closing this book one evening and realising the room around me felt louder than before. The fan hummed. A dog barked somewhere far away. And yet, after Desiccated Land, silence carried weight. This is not the silence of peace. It is the kind that lingers after you’ve heard too much truth at once and don’t know where to place it.   David Lepeska comes to Kashmir not as a saviour, not as an expert parachuted in with opinions ready-made, but as a young American journa