The first time I set foot in Baramulla, it wasn’t history or politics that drew me in—it was love. It was 2019, and my journey there was not one of exploration or research. It was a simple trip to meet someone I had fallen for, a relationship that had grown across the distance of cities and mountains. Little did I know that this love would lead me down a path far deeper than I had imagined, into the intricate weave of Baramulla's past and the charged politics of the Kashmir region. As I waited in Baramulla’s quiet streets, looking out at the rolling landscape of the Pir Panjal range, I felt a deep connection—first to the person I had come to meet, and later, to the land itself. Each visit brought new stories, new layers of understanding, and soon I realised that my personal story had become intertwined with the broader narrative of Baramulla’s rich yet turbulent history.