Every year, the onset of winters brings me to dreaming of seeing snowfall- a childhood wish.
This year the hilly regions of Himachal and Kashmir have been seeing more than abundant snowfall as evident from tantalising pictures on FB.
To make matters worse, my inner devil decided to chant ” I want to see snowfall!!!!!”
A chance phone call with a friend and she mentioned how one of her friends who stayed in Himachal was looking for someone to house sit her home for a month.
The devil whooped and screamed -This is it! She conjured up visions of snowy peaks and picture perfect sunrise n sunsets ; me sitting cosy by a fireplace with my hot brew while powder puffs fell outside, carpeting the valley floor with white. She even drew up my packing checklist.
Fate had other plans. The friend informed that the situation has changed for now.
Splat! My dreams splintered akin a lobbed snowball.
No! No! No! I was helpless in her temper tantrum and knew I can’t give up now.
So I called Yasmin- one of my closest friend who happens to reside in the heavenly valley. She promptly urged me to book tickets and fly down, excited at the prospect of spending some time with me.
Next day it snowed heavily in Kashmir and the witch (that she is) teased me by sending me a sensational video of snowfall which drove the Devil into severe raptures.
I spent sometime perusing AccuWeather site for the perfect weather conditions in Srinagar and booked my tickets for 18th Jan.
But the weather gods had something else in mind ( Him & Her don’t get along) and it started snowing 2 days prior to my flight continuing up till the D-day wherein my flight got cancelled after a 4 hour delay ( I spent 6.5 hours at the airport).
Such was the insanity that even after waiting for hours at the airport, flight cancellation and ultimately heading home, did nothing to crush my spirits. I was prepared to do this for next 2-4 days as weather looked bad ahead. Yes! I was that determined to see snowfall this year!
Finally, I managed to land in Srinagar and was overjoyed to see snow clad fields and mountains, of which I clicked dozens of shots from the plane itself.
I spent next two days shooting pictures of the snow scapes while everyone regaled me with how much snow had fallen this year. I loved clicking the view of the Dal lake from Yasmin’s house, the fields behind her house and even sneaked into Nishat Garden from the back to drink in the view of towering Chinar trees studded in snow fields.
Sunday morning, I checked the weather app on my phone (my daily thing on waking up in Srinagar) and it showed snowflakes falling down the screen. I couldn’t believe it and ran outside.
Soft white spots fell from the skies. I stood in the garden, face upturned to feel the cold snowflakes as they landed and melted in the heat of my excitement. Soon the lifeless bare garden turned into a winter wonderland – every bush and branch coated with a snow white dust.
This is nothing, said one and all as they laughed at my childish joy. Wait for the real thing.
I said my thanks to the almighty to enable me to see snowfall – little or more -had never been the contention.
I wish to see snowfall
I am writing daily this month as a part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. This is my post for day 24.
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