Srinagar, Dec. 3 -- There are moments in life when the heart travels faster than time, when a single memory opens a thousand doors in the mind. Today, as I stand watching my children walk to school with heavy bags and hurried schedules, my mind drifts back to a decade before, to a Kashmir where childhood had space to breathe, where school gates closed softly and nature opened its arms wide. I remember those days vividly, days when finishing the annual exam felt like stepping into a new world. The gap between exams and the start of the next class was long, calm, and filled with the purest joy. We would put away our books and step into the orchards, into the comforting laps of our elders, and into a life that taught us far more than any cla...