When I went back to the Srinagar airport and the tightest security checks I’ve ever been a part of, I had to linger outside the terminal before being allowed in for my gate to board the plane to Mumbai. An airport policeman approached me and asked me where I was from. When I told him, he checked his passenger logs, looked up to me and said, “You’re the American that we thought was taken hostage. Welcome to Kashmir my friend, we hope you can return again one day”. This was from a policeman. I thought of that Led Zeppelin song and pulled out my IPOD while I continued to wait for my flight. Those haunting and poignant lyrics never meant more than at this minute: my Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again. I love Kashmir. I will return again.