On the outskirts of the half-built Kashmiri capital of Iskandarabad is Pakistan House, the official residence of the Prime Minister of Kashmir.
A panicked-looking aide, his long hair of a Sikh unturbaned and messy, runs up the flight of stairs to the second floor of the building and bursts through the Prime Ministers' office.
Prime Minister Rasul Iqbal sits behind his teak desk, looking much older than his 39 years. A pile of newspapers ("Petrograd Rattles Sabre", reads the headline in the Greater Kashmir) and government reports ("Global Heightening of Tensions Between Humans and Kaetifs") piles on his desk The Prime Minister is absorbed in a report on Marathi troop movements in Rajasthan.
"Sir," the aide almost shouts, "sir, you have to read this".
"Singh, can it wait?"
"Sir, I think you should see this now.".
Moaning, not from selfish laziness but from sheer exhaustion, the Prime Minister sits up while the aide place the file he was carrying on the desk.
The file description reads: "Abhorrant Infiltration in Himachal Pradesh".