Are you travelling alone?”
“Where is your family?”
“You are from Bombay?”
These questions followed me all around
If I wasn’t a foreign tourist, what on earth
was I doing touring a divinely pretty place
like Kashmir all by myself, without a husband to boot. Like going on a honeymoon
The questions tailed me back to Bombay
“You went to Kashmir? By yourself? You’re
kidding me? Wasn’t it dangerous?”
Kashmir, as a long-standing Srinagar jour-
nalist colleague underlined to me, is normal
till the next incident.
The next incident happened within 48
hours of my arriving there, at the Lal Chowk
during a bandh (apart from sporadic incidents, elsewhere in the state, at the same
time). It is plainly (er, obviously) dangerous
A place all
Kashmir is beautiful, but as a Srinagar journalist underlined to me, it
is normal only till the next incident.
The main idea for visiting misty/snowy Gulmarg
(or the Meadow of Flowers), if you are not a skier, is
to take a cable car ride to the Afarwat peak, at
nearly 14,000 feet, where not much lives or grows,
except some fluorescent lichens and the army.
It is the second highest cable car in the world.
Kashmir was the place I knew it
would be. Delightful. Unforgettable.
Vaihayasi Pande Daniel says
after a recent visit to the state
Vaihayasi Pande Daniel