Srinagar, April 18 -- On Monday morning, I was sitting on a wooden bench in a barber's shop. Two young boys and three children were sitting beside me. Two chairs were already occupied by the young boys, who were having haircuts. I was fourth in a line. A man aged around 35 was third in line. He was sitting on a plastic chair with one leg broken and supported by a wooden stick. Every time he stared at the barber's pace and faces of others. Each time the chair wobbled as he moved his neck right and left. He got up from his chair and stood in front of the mirror. He rummaged for a hand comb and found a broken one, with its teeth almost worn out. He put it back and took a water spray bottle. He returned to his chair, holding the bottle in one...