By S. Ahmad

On a quiet Saturday morning in the court complex of Bandipora, something quietly transformative unfolds within the walls of the local court complex. The familiar anxiety that usually hangs in the air on working days is noticeably absent. There are no tense arguments echoing through corridors, no lawyers rushing between courtrooms, and no litigants nervously scanning cause lists. Instead, the atmosphere feels unexpectedly human. Farmers arrive holding worn land records tied with thread, Poor people holding copies of hefty electricity Bills, shopkeepers carry old account books with yellowing pages, families come seeking resolution for insurance claims delayed for years, and bank officials bring files that have long gathered dust in cupboards. What unites them is a shared hope—th

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