I always had a thing for wonderland. How it should look like? how magically beautiful it has to be to leave one spell bounded? what should be there to make it worth dreaming about.
So… I landed in Kashmir. Yes! I lived 2 days of my life at a land where everything seems like straight out of a dream, like a fairy-tale. The waterfalls, mighty mountains, majestic river, and immensely loving people together they make up this wonderful place worth a visit.
The way to Kel from Muzaffarabad is quite dangerous and under developed. We reached Kel at night which saved me from watching how the coaster was on the verge of falling into the river right beneath the unsteady, narrow road at many points. Tired from the long journey, I soon felt asleep totally ignorant of what I would wake up to.
Early in the next, I removed the curtain of the room’s window and bam… I was starring at a hill covered with snow and clouds floating so low that I could touch them from my hands. The day following kept me struck with the unprecedented beauty of Kashmir.
I went on tracking the mountain right opposite to the hotel by the mid of the day. met the amazingly hospitable people of Kashmir on my way up to the mountain. It was the first time I went on tracking, and I am hoping it was not the last. Because I have developed a thing for mountains now. I have developed a thing for the feeling of accomplishment that makes one feel on the seventh sky literally once he surmounts the challenging track. I loved it!
Nights of Kashmir are beautiful and scary at the same time. As soon as the sun sets, the valley goes to sleep. Covered in utmost darkness, pin drop silence, stars literally spread over the sky and shining bright, Kashmir has a lot to offset to those who wants to take it. The only sound that could be heard of is the sound of the mighty river flowing in full swing, making a shiver in the spine.
Words cannot express and camera cannot capture the beauty of the valley. The next day we went to sharda, another small town nearby kel. Passing through the water falls, river, mountains, simple and beautiful houses and reaching to the frozen lake of sharda. By the mid night of the following night we packed our bags and returned to murree. Perhaps we left the valley only physically, a part of our heart is still there.And that’s the thing about travelling.