One can never forget the beauty snow brings to Kashmir.
I do remember those snow scintillating moments in Kashmir.
Sitting in a place like Delhi, which is way too hot even by its own standards, it's rather upsetting to get live notifications about snow back home via Facebook. "Snow, Snow, Snow is falling," reads one.
The one time I'm not home, I know that Kashmir looks more beautiful than ever.
Right now, as snow drapes the valley, I recall my last experience with snowfall. Snow to a Kashmiri is poetry, a moment of romance detached from the turbulent reality.
During long winter nights, when rain is accompanied with sleet, it often turns into heavy snowfall. The mornings after would make me peep through the window, and I would find everything under a white blanket, everything.
When it snowed in the day, I would step out and enjoy walking around as tiny snowflakes touched my face. From "sheen jung"(snow fighting) to making snowman masterpieces, snowfall would always mean home, joy and happiness.
Instead, the live notifications keep coming in.
In Pictures: Snowfall in Kashmir.
(Photo curation by Vikas Kumar