Srinagar, Jan. 2 -- There was a time when winter did not arrive quietly in our village. It announced itself with laughter, songs, anxious waiting, and eyes fixed on the sky. Our childhood winters were not measured by dates or forecasts but by hope. We waited for snowfall the way children wait for a festival, with impatience and wonder woven together. We spoke of snow endlessly. When will it snow? Will it be today? Will it cover the rooftops by morning? These questions floated through our conversations long before the first snowflake touched the earth. And when it finally did, winter transformed from a season into a celebration.Snowfall, for us, was not merely weather. It was an emotion. We danced under falling snow, spinning with open arm...