What persuades a Srinagar café owner to keep, or drop, nun-chai from the menu, and what kind of eatery now owns that cup? What turns the once-sacred Friday bazaar into a selfie-strip of fried snacks where the khutbah fades to background hum? What recasts the neighbourly rite of carrying a bride’s trousseau on foot into a ribboned convoy of rented SUVs built for Instagram? What turns azaan into noise for many? What alchemy makes a blue tick and a quick reply pass for friendship, while silence feels like betrayal? What force lets the same Qurʾānic ayah set one heart ablaze and leave another untouched? And, above all, what chance has…