The essay is second in a series of ethnographic writings documenting events and practices that make the Kashmiri people’s resistance today. The protracted, violent political conflict in the region has altered everyday routines in Kashmir as the region becomes a political and military laboratory for hyper-masculine discourses of nationalism and religion. Our writing hopes to capture transference of such meta-discourses in the everyday lives of people in the valley. These attempts will culminate in a book in the year 2020. For a chronicler of memories, it might be most exhilarating to identify the exact moments in the lives of nations when the threads of their webs of power and control snapped and sliced open the veins of the beast we call the state. Such moments must attract euphoria of revolutionary dimensions and the delirious frenzy that goes with it. For such moments are few, but not rare. It’s because they are few that they oftentimes pass by unnoticed, uncelebrated. Last summer, standing at the cusp of one such moment, Kashmiris had brought the beast to its knees. Its ghost hung by a few strands of their hair.