Srinagar, April 11 -- Kashmir has always known how to hold beauty. It holds the snow on its mountains, the mist over its lakes, the prayers in its mosques, the memory in its old wooden homes, and the pain in its quiet evenings. It holds stories in every alley, and silence in every heart. But among all that Kashmir carries, there is one burden it rarely names aloud-the burden of social unacceptance. It does not bruise the skin.It bruises the spirit.It does not always arrive as insult.Sometimes, it arrives as a look.Sometimes, as a pause.Sometimes, as a sentence so common that no one even notices its cruelty:"Yi chu theek, magar lokan kya wanun?"(This may be fine, but what will people say?)And just like that, a life begins shrinking. The Cr...