It was chilling cold. Or so everybody seemed to feel. I was just too content with the vaguely familiar sights and smells, to notice the cold. Just that morning, we had left Mumbai searing at 40°C and landed in Kashmir to be welcomed by a blast of air at 16°C. But the fragrant poplars were awakening a sense of nostalgia in me, memory of past trips with loved ones gone far away.
Tenperature on a weather app doesn't quite make much sense if, like a typical Mumbaiite, you compare it with your room air conditioner. Yes, we had sorely underestimated the cold weather, and needed immediate cold weather supplies.
So while the rest of the group took shelter in the hotel under the bedsheets, the hubby and I stepped out of the hotel with a shopping list of leg warmers and sweaters.
While we had been indoors it had snowed on the far away mountains. And thats when Kashmir decided to blow us away with its incredible beauty.
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