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| Artist: Prof. Sudhakar Chavan |
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| "Santulan", Artist: Sunil Balkawade |
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| Cosmic Mandala Rangavali Dry Fresco, Artist: Bharti Mate, Tao Arts, Pune. |
A free-spirited 20-something girl, an eccentric explorer and traveler, writes as she explores people, places, life, reality and seeks the truth. This blog contains original articles under different categories like philosophy, spirituality, travel, dance, music, lifestyles and relationships.
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| Artist: Prof. Sudhakar Chavan |
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| "Santulan", Artist: Sunil Balkawade |
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| Cosmic Mandala Rangavali Dry Fresco, Artist: Bharti Mate, Tao Arts, Pune. |



May 18, 2010. 5.30pm: The typical woman inside me was yelling by now and wanted to make the most of shopping in Kashmir! It was undoubtedly the most beautiful evening of all –yes, I was being partial since it was my last evening by the Boulevard. The Dal Gate Road was full of street hawkers selling Kashmiri handicrafts made of Papier Mache. Every single artefact stands out with its vibrant explosion of Indian hues and intricate Mughal designs. I loved walking down the road aimlessly while the rest of the world around me continued to run. The sun didn’t wait to set, the shikaras didn’t stop floating and the shops didn’t stop selling. The world moved on every second as I walked aimlessly on the road, exploring each shop and trying to touch everything that caught my eye! I shopped like a total shopaholic with full-on bargaining power! The still waters of Dal Lake had began to reflect the street lights around, the house boats had began to gear up for another candle-lit dinner for the evening, the shikaras were carrying newly arrived tourists to their reserved house boats, as the sky turned dark. And I knew, as I leave, someone else like me would come here, explore the place, indulge in the slowness, ride horses up to 14,000 feet, listen to the sound of waters that the oar of shikara pushes, travel the less travelled roads that lead to Himalayas, discover true romance in the Mughal Gardens, watch the green carpets of Gulmarg, and simply live a part of their lives in the land of Kashmir.



We left Sonmarg around 9.30am and on my way, I was listening to few songs that are really close to my heart. The journey till Sonmarg is so full of beauty; I couldn’t move my head a single time! The River Sindh defines a different shade of blue altogether and the flow of water sounds like a million waterfalls are hurling down from the heaven itself!
Just a few kilometers before Sonmarg, there is a small park by the roadside on the right. A perfect spot, to stop by, indulge and waste some time doing nothing is what this park offers. Located right on the shore of
To be brutally honest, I never wanted to cross the bridge and let go of the feeling I had while on the bridge! The unexplainable feeling of standing on the bridge – overlooking the gigantic flow of water, the sound of which numbs your ears and the water that can freeze you inside out – was mind blowing. You can see the Himalayan range chasing the sky high heights all around you and I was lucky enough to see them snow-clad that morning! The
I went inside the park and it reminded me of the pastures in Gulmarg. I felt like I was blindfolded with a green cloth, yet again, only this time, I was surrounded by snow clad mountains and pine trees that got me bewitched. I had never seen so many colors of nature at one place at the same time – the blue sky, kissed by
We spent an hour or so in the park. A small café inside offers tea, coffee, and the Indian staple food – Maggi noodles! I recommend sheer indulgence inside the park, and I’m sure you know by now, what I mean by the indulgence, the slowness of it, so close to nature.
We reached Sonmarg in a short time. The moment I got down from the car, I breathed the first air of Sonmarg – the
It seemed like a pair of eyes wasn’t enough to look around the beauty, a pair of ears wasn’t enough to listen to the sound of wind and river water. Words felt short and few sensations I lost…Four directions and three dimensions weren’t enough for this place to exist, simply exist.
So, I am leaving you with only pictures of the