As the sun began its descent behind the rugged peaks of the Himalayas, casting a warm golden glow over the Kashmiri village, the evening life unfolded with a sense of familiarity. The air carried a gentle breeze, rustling through the tall poplar trees that lined the village outskirts.
In the heart of the village, near the village center, men gathered in clusters, their weathered faces reflecting years of toil under the unrelenting sun. They wore traditional attire, their vibrant shawls wrapped around their broad shoulders, a testament to the rich cultural heritage they carried. Some sat on wooden benches, their laughter filling the air, while others leaned against the cracked walls of old stone houses,...