All the above pictures are taken in various parts of Kashmir. Sadly, Kashmir is going through a very difficult time. But, the time will pass. Even though terror might seem powerful, its hold is momentary; love, on the other hand, reigns forever.
Every place has its own character, but time adds essence to the place. For instance, take day and night, and how it affects Dona Paula.
The day starts with a cheery note, and brings along with it the warmth & radiance of the sun. A curious smell—a stinky odor mixed with the fragrance of exotic flowers and fruits straight from the bottle—soon overlaps the fresh smell of dawn. The street is lined with various colours, shops selling clothes, and trinkets. The mass of humanity is as huge as the expanse of the sea. The patter of footsteps, the clatter of human voices, and the rattling motorboats drown the sound of roaring waves. The crowd bestows a feeling of gaiety, and the lonely soul imbibes the joy trying to blend. Continue reading Day, and night at Dona Paula→
A little crow shattered the dusky silence. Perched on the edge of the roof, it tilted its beak towards the sky, and uttered a high-pitched caw. Its single silhouette against the sky resembled a weather vane.
Was it beckoning the other birds, or the sun, that was yet far below the horizon? Darkness still reigned, the twinkling stars providing a faint illumination. The biting cold of the night had calmed though it did give an occasional shiver.
The crow had company now. A lonely cuckoo started to sing. Its crow friends rattled, and grated. Sparrows cheeped from the nearby branches to join the conversation. A robin, and two pigeons cooed, not wanting to be left out. The crickets, that had taken a break, began chirping again.
The shrill twitters produced a symphonic tone with an incidental screeching tire adding to the din.