Kashmir was always imprinted on my psyche as Bollywood’s favourite for romancing. Yet whenever we spoke of going there, I would chicken out and tell my husband we should do it individually, but not as a family, the morbid reason being the obvious.
Kashmir happened to me with our gang of 30 friends. My fears got tucked in a faraway place in my head, surfacing only when our flight home was delayed or when we were on a shikara ride on the placid Dal Lake and we realised, we were the only ones there and it was dusk. That’s what Kashmir does, it makes you forget everything and surrender to its beauty, humbled and awed. Our ten day holiday covering Srinagar, Pahalgam, Gulmarg and Sonmarg was like a celestial kaleidoscope replete with colours and unmatched beauty.
There's so much beauty in Kashmir, it’s no surprise that bloody wars are fought over it.
Finding armed guards everywhere, you start taking it for granted and after a point they don’t exist.
What exists are exquisite gardens, heavenly sugary mountains, inviting snow slopes and archaeological wonders...but visiting Kashmir has a fallout. You leave with a heavy heart, saddened by the rape of this beautiful land, dejected by the desperation in the people’s eyes for a normal, safe life!
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