Recently when I was glancing thru my photo albums,it evolved nostalgic memories of my trip to Delhi and Kashmir as a four year old cherubic kid with a angelic face n my bro a bundle of energy but timid when it came to harsh lights and vehicles moving at a frenetic pace.I still remember the way he bawled when he thought the horse would give away any minute.I still remember the places we had gone to in Delhi ..a small Railway Museum where we had all samples of trains and all train related stuffs.The most unforgettable memories r that of Kashmir-a untouched beauty then-without the miseries n terrorism.
Our visit to Kashmir coincided with the onset of spring..beauty at its best..the snow was melting and the crispy wily wind.the gentle movements of house boat where we sat close together huddled up drinking green tea(khwa) and cocoa.Far on the horizon we could see the Char Chinar which were beautiful.other memorable trips included one to Pehelgoan n another to an apple orchard where i was happily plucking red apples hoisted by my father in his shoulders.
One of the happy moments with family.Childhood is when we enjoy the most,the innocent days spent merrily with family and friends...
When i think about it now..i just remember how happy and simple i used to be..leading a cheerful life..
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