Srinagar, Jan. 20 -- Back in 2007, when I was nearly 8 or 9 years old child, my uncle ran a small grocery shop by the roadside in a village called Nadihal, situated around 7 km north from the Baramulla Town. The shop used to be among four or five modest shops standing shoulder to shoulder in our village catering the daily minimalistic needs of the people in the Village. My uncle was young then, handsome in that quiet, unassuming way youth often carries. In the late December or early January as i remember, the period of school winter vacations in Kashmir, my days often started with opening books and writing pages in front of my Abu (Father), who taught me every subject and every book and he was really good at teaching but i feared him the ...