My favorite thing about Kashmir is the lake.The people.
The quietness.
The slower pace.
The beauty and culture reflected in its environment.
On this cold November morning, my friend offered to paddle me around the "block" of her neighborhood.
You
can find anything you're looking for right there on the lake: groceries, phone charge, plastic buckets, sweaters, potato chips, pharmacy, carpets, shawls...The shops were open, waiting for someone other than the locals to visit. The tourists have been missing for months.
The houseboats, too, are waiting for guests. Everything has been newly painted and repaired. There has been lots of time to fix those things you might otherwise never get around to.All that's needed now is for someone to come back and enjoy all the fresh paint and improvements.
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