Thirty two years ago, she lost her usual sightseeing after witnessing the deadly world unfolding from her window. Hours after the bridge butchery when dusk finally settled over Gaw Kadal, Sarahโs world became black forever. Standing on Zoon Dub or a cantilevered balcony designed in Kashmirโs traditional homes for the moon viewing, she would gaze…
Thirty one winters later, Ghulam Mohammad Dar still carries the first carnage of militancy-era in his head like a nightmarish strife. Besides changing Kashmir, the bridge butchery altered this erstwhile newsagent forever. Itโs been a sad transformation, he says looking at a dead pigeon floating on frosty waters under the bridge. That day, he recounts,…