Srinagar, Oct. 21 -- For some children, childhood is a place of happiness. Playing in every corner of the house, parents joking with each other, picnics on Sundays, spending time together without fear. It is a time they remember with a smile. I cannot express it in words, because for many of us, it was never like that.For others, for people like me, childhood was a place where you had to grow up too fast. Stay quiet for too long. Cry as much as you can in silence. And learn to survive through the time that breaks you into a million pieces, and still act like nothing happened in the morning.No one hit you. No one shouted at you directly. But every night you went to sleep listening to shouting from the other room. You kept your blanket over...