Srinagar, Aug. 20 -- Kashmir bleeds once again, but this time the blood was not spilled by a militant's bullet or a soldier's gun. It was spilled by a sister. A child in Ganderbal was struck down not by an enemy outside, but by the very hands that should have shielded her from all harm. This was not just murder - it was betrayal in its most brutal form, a rupture of trust so deep that no court verdict can repair it. What are we becoming, as families, as communities, as a people? How has rage grown so monstrous that it can snuff out the life of one's own blood? A minor girl lies in her grave today, not because Kashmir is unsafe from outsiders, but because the home itself became the killing ground. This is not merely a crime scene in Sehpor...