A Page from the “Despotic Rule” of Kashmir History…. ********************************************** “It was about 1945, I saw through the glass panes of my closed window, my ten year old playmate, walking on the desolate street carrying a bunch of pears in his shirt folded up. Two shots were fired at him from the truck which stood below my window. I saw him drop in a puddle of his bright, red blood and the strewn pears. The hostile Dogra army fired at people, who were pelting stones at them. The pears were mistaken for stones….I stood impassively, stunned and cold, I could not even cry , I was carried away from the window by my mother” (Kashmir : Desolation or peace, by Majid A Siraj, Page x)
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