Baisaran Massacre: India Bleeds Again
A Heartfelt Tribute, by an Indian — B. S. Dara All who fire the bullet will die by the bullet. T his isn’t just another headline in the long conflict over Kashmir. This is personal. This is Indian blood spilled on Indian soil, again. It was supposed to be a retreat, soft pine breezes, crisp skies, ponies clopping through flower-draped meadows. Baisaran Valley, a postcard vision just seven clicks from Pahalgam, had never looked more innocent. But on April 22nd, the paradise peeled its skin back and showed the world its underbelly. What followed was the bloodiest act of terrorism on Indian soil since the 2008 Mumbai attacks, twenty-six dead, more than twenty wounded, and an entire nation staring into the abyss of its own vulnerabilities. The valley became a slaughterhouse, soaked not in the blush of spring but in the thick, ugly red of fear, faith, and geopolitics gone rancid. They came like ghosts from a forgotten war. Five men, automatic rifles slung...