One fine day my father made a plan for Kashmir. At first I was not even interested to go there because I had heard a lot about the riots and fights that happen each and everytime. I packed my bag and trusted my father for his words. The moment I reached there in the outskirts of the Kashmir it was a little bit boring but when actual journey began, it was breath taking. trust me on that, it was breath taking. I had never seen and experienced such beautiful mountains, blue river and stone cold winters before but the energy/beauty/nature/climate there kept me alive.
who says that people are rude and bad there? !? I dont think so because neither I experienced that nor did I see anyone misbehaving. the simple rule which everyone follows and should follow is, give respect and take respect. that is what I did there and people helped me in every possible way.
This is what Kashmir was for me I hope you have the same experience and the best memory of your life when you visit Kashmir.
cheers to life.