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Tucked away in the heart of Kupwara, this hidden meadow felt like a scene from a fairytale. A lone house beneath a lush forest canopy, surrounded by pure green silence — Kashmir never stops surprising me.🌿✨
June 30, 2025 at 7:45 AM
Tucked away in the heart of Kupwara, this hidden meadow felt like a scene from a fairytale. A lone house beneath a lush forest canopy, surrounded by pure green silence — Kashmir never stops surprising me.🌿✨
Al-Khaliq — The Creator of this majestic beauty.
May 17, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Al-Khaliq — The Creator of this majestic beauty.
When the world turns misty and green, every frame becomes poetry — soft light, deep colors, and a story whispered in silence..
May 14, 2025 at 3:18 PM
When the world turns misty and green, every frame becomes poetry — soft light, deep colors, and a story whispered in silence..
The war has ended, the ceasefire declared but once again, it’s the Kashmiris who bore the brunt. How long will this cycle continue? We are tired. We don’t want another pause we want a permanent solution.
May 11, 2025 at 12:27 PM
The war has ended, the ceasefire declared but once again, it’s the Kashmiris who bore the brunt. How long will this cycle continue? We are tired. We don’t want another pause we want a permanent solution.
Listen to the melody of the flowing river,
The valleys whisper a secret.
The valleys whisper a secret.
May 11, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Listen to the melody of the flowing river,
The valleys whisper a secret.
The valleys whisper a secret.
But then it passed as all things do.
May 9, 2025 at 10:17 PM
But then it passed as all things do.
I came looking for peace, but found pieces of myself.
May 9, 2025 at 12:48 PM
I came looking for peace, but found pieces of myself.
It was beautiful, and then it was gone...just like us.
May 9, 2025 at 5:29 AM
It was beautiful, and then it was gone...just like us.
My heart and this valley weep as one, draped in a fog of longing.
May 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM
My heart and this valley weep as one, draped in a fog of longing.
Some places feel like a memory you’ve never lived, but deeply miss.
May 8, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Some places feel like a memory you’ve never lived, but deeply miss.
Even paradise can ache when the heart carries a storm.
May 8, 2025 at 6:58 AM
Even paradise can ache when the heart carries a storm.
The sun may rise again, but some mornings carry the weight of old goodbyes.
May 7, 2025 at 5:05 AM
The sun may rise again, but some mornings carry the weight of old goodbyes.
Let’s take the kind of walk where the river sings below, pine trees murmur their wisdom, and every step feels like a living poem.
May 6, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Let’s take the kind of walk where the river sings below, pine trees murmur their wisdom, and every step feels like a living poem.
In The Paradise Of My Lord,
My Wounds Will Heal
My Wounds Will Heal
May 5, 2025 at 7:36 PM
In The Paradise Of My Lord,
My Wounds Will Heal
My Wounds Will Heal