A must-read for anyone who has ever rolled their eyes skyward and asked, "Hey God, is there like a road map to life?" Srinagar was dressed in her autumn best. Like blushing brides, the trees were clothed in bright red, their graceful limbs swaying eagerly forth in the wind, and then, as if suddenly recalling their modesty, holding back just a bit. Neerja's grandmother was busy in the kitchen. The smell of pickles enticed the chubby little girl and...