Peerzade Taha I travel from Bandipora to my college in Srinagar every day— a 70 km drive. All through the drive, a thought bothers my mind. Because each day, as I pass the gates of the college, I come across a sight that pierces my heart. Small children loiter by the roadside, selling socks, pens, or simply begging for a few rupees. Their faces are covered in dust, their hands