The first snowfall always feels like spring. My land emanates fresh fragrance. People wishing “Sheen Mubarak” Like it’s a festive season. I see myself sneaking out, tasting the light coolness on my tongue I let a snowflake fall on my hand and watch it melt on my palm. I have been asked so many questions …
As I close my eyes, I enter my paradise. Dear Kashmir, I long to breathe you in as I did as a child. To grow up and belong to a place that the entire world talks about is both fascinating and burdening. But in the end, whatever the world says, it is home, my home. …
