Akbar and Maryam, my grandparents, were married for 63 years. Akbar had lived a busy and disciplined life as a chauffeur. Maryam, on the other hand, loved to cook and spend most of her time with family and friends, hosting parties almost every month. They lived in the Pandrethan area of Srinagar.
When I was four years old, I used to think that my grandfather was my father, because my father was so busy with work that I hardly saw him. It was my grandfather who used to pick and drop me from school, and it was he who bought me my first camera. After his retirement, he tried to make every single moment special for all of us, even taking me with him on his trips.