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KASHMIR, INDIA



From Kurukshetra to Kashmir 

Today I want to write about my travel to Kashmir which was one of my dreams which came true so far…
It all started when some me and some of my friends did not go home in summer holidays in 2019. So we said now that we did not go to home we should go somewhere in india. And Kashmir was our best option. It is a long way from kurukshetra to Kashmir so we wanted to travel by flight so we booked the tickets but we booked it for after month, we had a month before to travel to Kashmir. Then we decided to go somewhere  near around and unexpectedly we travelled to Nainital, but that is a story for some other time. We were a group of four people Ali, Riza, john and me.

         After long days of waiting finally our day of journey had arrived at 22nd July. It was Monday we went to new Delhi with a taxi. It was around 10AM we reached to Indra ghandi international airport terminal 3. Out flight was at 11:50 AM, so we after passing all check points we waited in waiting hall, of course we took some photos with our DSLRs inside airport. At 11:30 AM our flight had announced and at 11:55AM we took off. After almost one and a half hour of flight it landed at Srinagar airport, by the way srinagar’s view from plane was amazing, I kept watching and enjoying the view.
         We came out of airport, took a cap and went to new dale leak to take a hotel. We had  gotten some information that around dale lake we can find good hotels with  reasonable price. After some search we found a good room with only 700RS/night. It was not a hotel to be honest it was a house from a school teacher but was really good that guy was so nice and helpful to us. We put our bags room, refreshed ourselves and left to see the beautiful city of Srinagar.
        Obviously we all were starving so we went to a hotel to have lunch, then we went to Shalimar garden one the best places to visit in Srinagar. It was a wonderful place, very beautiful with a lot of pretty local girls who had come for picnic. We spent two hours there roaming around and seeing its beautiful views and also we took lots of photos.
        From Shalimar garden we went to another garden which was pretty good with its unique structure. When we were there a kashmiri guy came to us and started conversation with us. We did not tell him that all four of us were from Afghanistan, Ali was the one who introduced us, he told the guy that he himself is from Iran, john is from Bhutan, riza is from nipal and I from Uzbekistan. We talked to him like an hour it was a very pleasant conversation, then his friend came along and he introduced us to his friend Monir ali whose brother was about marry an Iranian girl that is why he and Ali hit it off. Because monir ali’s whole family was about to travel to iran just a month later and obviously he was looking  for some kind of help of from ali. They told  us if we need anything we should tell them, they would be glad to be able to help us. It was late evening so we did good  byes and left for our room near dale lake. 

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