(Kashmir Rechords Team)

It was a night that would haunt Kashmir’s conscience forever. March 23, 2003—a date etched in blood, sorrow and unanswered questions. The quiet village of Nadimarg, nestled in the Pulwama district of south Kashmir, became the site of a massacre so brutal that it shook the very soul of the Valley. Twenty-four Kashmiri Pandits, including women and children, were murdered in cold blood, their bodies collapsing onto the same soil they had refused to abandon, even as thousands of their community had fled in the 1990s.

The killers came under the cover of darkness. Deception was their weapon before bullets took over. A chill ran through the air—not just from the cold but from the dread of what was about to unfold. One by one, the gunmen pulled the trigger, leaving behind lifeless bodies, widows and orphans.

The massacre was not just a slaughter of lives; it was a message, a final warning to those who still held on to their homeland.The cries of the victims may have faded, but their echoes still linger—unanswered and unavenged.

The Unanswered Questions

Was the Nadimarg massacre an act of ethnic cleansing, as then Deputy Prime Minister L.K. Advani observed? Or was it a deliberate attempt to derail efforts to bring back the displaced Pandits to their ancestral land? Why was the police protection in the village reduced from 28 personnel to just nine, despite clear security threats? Who made that decision—and why?

In the immediate aftermath, both the state and central governments promised justice, ordering a probe into the killings. But 22 years later, what came of that investigation? Where are the findings? Where are the culprits? And more importantly, why has no concrete step been taken to rehabilitate the minuscule Pandit community back into Kashmir?

Lest We Forget

Memory is fragile. Over time, pain dulls, tragedies become statistics, and the world moves on. But some wounds must never be allowed to fade into history’s forgotten pages.

As Kashmir Rechords revisits the actual newspaper clippings from March 2003, they remind us of the horror of that night. The ink may have aged, the paper may have yellowed, but the truth remains unchanged.

We must remember. We must ask. We must demand answers.

Because Nadimarg was not just a massacre—it was a betrayal.