Srinagar, Dec. 13 -- That evening, Hashmat climbed up to the attic in search of some old photographs. As his hand moved across a dusty shelf, his fingers touched something solid - a first aid box. Slightly worn, its edges dulled with age, yet to him, it was a doorway to the past.

When he opened it, a faint smell of antiseptic rose into the air. Inside, every item told a story.

Vaccination cards, bandages, and quiet care - memories that speak louder than accusations. Silent care, sleepless nights, and a father's heart that never stops loving.

A small polythene bag held his children's vaccination cards - polio, measles, meningitis, boosters - each mark a testament to his care. Beside them were paediatric prescriptions, not for serious il...