To combat the bone chilling cold, the residents of Gund and the adjoining villages of Kashmir selflessly opened their homes as well as their local mosque to the tourists, risking their lives.
Dr Qaiser Manzoor Bhat
The 28th of December 2024, Kashmir Valley… There, the soft turbulent sky submerged into the calm soothing twilight of deep blue and orange, while Tiny snowflakes commenced to brush and dot across the quiet chirpy valley after a harsh dry spell.
The chinar trees stayed sturdy and coiled up, like delicate skeletal sentinels, as their withered branches looked to be pencil and ink sketches. The gentle whisper of snowflakes melted the air, as handpicked ones settled on the lush green skin of the valley.
I felt a gentle tremor of joy envelope me, akin to the delicate snowflakes sliding on the frozen lakes, as the winter deep into my tattered and broken soul. The busy noise started fading away, leaving behind silence; bright street lights served zealously as night watchmen for the fathomless chilly Kashmir Valley.
A batch of tourists from Punjab intended to make their way from sonmarg to Srinagar, unaware of the fate that awaited them. The weather as of some hours ago was a mild soothing blue but at that point it had changed into a deep vile grey thick with swirling clouds in all directions and the storm was rolling in. For some reason the tourists carried on in their joking while their mood was completely unnoticed, apparently unbothered and lacking even an ounce of knowledge of what was coming for them. One thing is for certain though, the drivers look were empty and somehow dark as he shifted his attention straight to the windscreen and road ahead, possibly more convinced that things were about to get worse.
One of the tourists said, “Aage, kyahai?” trying to figure out what seems to be off, still unable to fully grasp the situation.
The valley, rightfully so, was kissed with snowflakes as they gently blanketed the pulsating road, Srinagar- Sonmarg highway with a thin coat of white. The amalgamation of landscape, snow and nature brought Sonmarg-Srinagar highway back into life after a deep slumber. The Branches of pine trees which were the guardians of the highway were standing tall into the sky. Snowflakes gradually followed over to the branches transforming them into beautiful crystal structures.
A blizzard struck highly along with the snowstorm making the spiraling trail of the highway tuck itself beneath thick snow blankets. A furious snowstorm combined with blizzards continued to swirl making endless fingers creating an elaborate fabric covered in ice and snow creating barricades along the road.
The tourists’ hushed expressions now signified anxiety, narrowly attempting to shrug away the gentle rustling of leaves. All the while they exchanged glances drenched with worry, their mouths frozen in fear, instead of speech.
“Hum fassgayekya?” The snap and tremble in one of the other’s voice hinted she was not confident in her question either. (Have we got stuck?).
There are no words that suffice the beauty of began in the outskirts of Gund Ganderbal, a village bounded by the breathtaking views Kashmir is known for. Villagers sheltered by humanity’s boundless spirit dove deep into the turmoil of snow to save the tourists to the best of their ability from a distance.
To combat the bone chilling cold, the residents of Gund and the adjoining villages selflessly opened their homes as well as their local mosque to the tourists, risking their lives.
Led to a hamaam, the inside of a mosque, tourists escaped the winter honeymoon of chillaikalan, which singularly is the most frisky 40 days of the snow.
The travelers were offered food and provided shelter by the natives, as captured in the videos that quickly spread across social media. The residents of the state were full of compassion and love, as they welcomed the foreign tourists into their arms and houses, sharing what they possessed without them asking. The videos showed an emotional side of the event, where a tormented person was aided with a steaming cup of tea while some were offered hot food along with gentle smiles while being wrapped up in blankets.
These fleeting moments, frozen in time, speak volumes about the resilience, generosity, and hospitality of the Kashmiri people. As the videos spread like wildfire, they were enough to melt the coldest of hearts, reminding us that even in the most turbulent of the times, humanity can be a powerful antidote to adversity.
Indeed, the selfless acts of the Kashmiri locals serve as a powerful reminder that even the smallest gestures of kindness and generosity can have a transformative impact on people’s lives and perceptions.
By opening their hearts and homes to strangers in need, these individuals not only changed the narrative of the tourists’ experience but also challenged the dominant discourse surrounding Kashmir and its people.
Their acts of kindness humanized and personalized the conflict, revealing the beauty and resilience of the human spirit, even in the face of adversity.This poignant lesson reminds us that we all have the power to change narratives, one small act of kindness at a time!
