Srinagar, Oct. 28 -- The afternoon sun was harsher than usual today its fierce warmth pricking my tender skin, burning quietly through the surface of my body. One could not expect anything more of Bhopal, after all, a city in which the sun always appears determined to burn the flesh to ashes? I was not waiting very long in the bus stop when my eyes were roving to the full chowk. I beheld there a long, coiling trail of people standing heavily in the expectant and weary air before the ration shop awaiting their turns. Some individuals were located at the traffic light of the main chowk selling flowers and little stationery to the stalled cars and others were soliciting alms.Some little way near, a boy with his shirt unbuttoned everywhere wa...