War

[AN: Tribute to the lives lost in the Pahamgam attack] There is nothing noble about the battlefield. No one walks out a victor—no celebrations sealed. Only silence, blood, and scars that never fade. The cost of pride in lives mislaid. As the leaders from both lands come together, with shaking hands, one question lingers in the air: Whose will be the weight to bear? Who will be the one to pay the price? The answer was written in blood. The proof was the bodies— those innocent lives, lost in the flood.