Jammu, May 11 -- It was a normal school day. After returning home, everyone in the family was busy with their daily routine. I was studying in my room, papa was engrossed in his office work, dadu was watching television, my sister was riding her bicycle outside, and mumma and dadi were sitting in the balcony, enjoying the pleasant evening breeze. Everything felt calm-until the clock struck 8:15 pm.

At first, I heard a few explosions, but dismissed them as firecrackers. However, as the intensity grew, I realised something was wrong. I rushed out of my room and alerted Papa. We stepped outside to see what was happening-and for the first time in my life, I witnessed something that chilled me to the core: around 15 to 20 red projectiles-miss...