Ah, Kargil Vijay Diwas... I remember that July like it was yesterday, my daughter was just a little thing then, and I was working night shifts at the BPO, listening to the news on the radio while tending my orchids before dawn. It makes me think of the young men from our own hills who went to serve, and how we still wait for the roads and hospitals they deserved when they came back... progress is too slow, but we owe them to keep the connection clear, like a Sunday call that doesn't break. My grandson now asks me about the war, and I tell him — courage is not just in the mountains, but in waking up each day to do what is right, even when the salary is small and the fees are due.