Posted on January 27, 2011October 12, 2020 by Vinayak RazdanMorning Morning at Zero Bridge Morning at Dal Gate Morning at Gulmarg Share this:TweetWhatsAppEmailMorePrintTelegram Related
The picctures reminds me one of my poem: The days of yore were the days of innocence Where sometimes laugh, and sometimes tears. But once achieving the fancy of adulthood, One travells through the dark tunnels To acieve the light. But who Knows the fate Where it leads. Reply
The Zero Bridge one is fantastic … dude.
Thanks! These were taken by my father who spent much of the last year in Kashmir.
The picctures reminds me one of my poem:
The days of yore were the days of innocence
Where sometimes laugh, and sometimes tears.
But once achieving the fancy of adulthood,
One travells through the dark tunnels
To acieve the light.
But who Knows the fate
Where it leads.