Dardkhet was a village that lived in the constant grip of uncertainty. Nestled on the Line of Control in Jammu and Kashmir, it had the quiet beauty of mountains, and the unvoiced fear of what was happening beyond.. That morning, the air was warm but not harsh; though it was summer, thick clouds drifted lazily across the sky, softening the sun and casting the fields in a gentle shade. And during winter, the village looks like someone covered with blanket made of snow . The breeze that swept down from the hills carried the smell of damp earth, wildflowers, and smoke from kitchens where women were already stirring pots of chai.