The Plague Upon Us serves as a decent introduction to the bloody lands of Kashmir, and lets the reader spectate the lives of a couple of small families, through the eyes of 4 childhood friends, now grown so very apart.
Before reading this, I had a very different idea as to what the story would've been, but the author crafts the story so crookedly, betraying my thoughts, just like the crooked ways in which the people in power trick these helpless families, that I can't predict what will happen, and when it does, I was taken aback and felt aghast that such things can really happen in Kashmir.
The book peels off Kashmir later by layer, like an onion, revealing intricate strings that tie everyone together, in fate, and after each layer is peeled and one gets to learn the truth more and more, one can't help by cry, just like when one peels off the tear inducing layers of onions.
This Kashmir tale is like an onion. The layers shall uncover the truth. Your eyes won't stand them. Your heart will yearn for a happy ending, but truth is what it will receive.