KP speaker in exodus day in SJ: "My nanaji, a gentle man working in the electricity department, had planned to leave the next day. He was captured, shot through his hands in his face & body as they raised to defend his body.
As he lay dying & asked for water, he was dragged to a filthy gutter. When he died, the terrorists chanted slogans. A group of 'innocent onlookers' cheered.
In his dead body procession, people threw sweets. I was 17 when this happened, an eye-witness."
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