For me, that place is Kashmir — the land they call Paradise on Earth.
From a tropical girl living in the Philippines, the idea of snow-covered mountains, misty lakes, and cool mountain air feels like stepping into another world. And somehow, Kashmir keeps calling my heart.
The Mountains That Feel Like Heaven
When I close my eyes, I imagine waking up in Srinagar, pulling back the curtains, and seeing mountains wrapped in soft morning fog.
I picture walking beside Dal Lake, watching the sunrise reflect on the water. Maybe riding a shikara boat slowly across the still lake. No rush. No noise. Just peace.
In a world that moves too fast, Kashmir feels like a place where time slows down.
Snow — Something I’ve Only Seen in Photos
As someone from Cebu, snow feels like a fairy tale.
But in Gulmarg, winter turns the land into a white dream. Soft snow covering rooftops. Pine trees dusted in white. Cold air that makes your cheeks blush.
I imagine laughing like a child, trying to walk in boots for the first time. Maybe catching snowflakes in my hands. Maybe realizing that some dreams are worth the long flights and the visa applications.
Because sometimes, God places a desire in your heart for a reason.
Spring Blossoms & Mughal Gardens
Not all dreams of Kashmir are snowy.
I also dream of spring — when tulips bloom and gardens come alive.
Walking through the historic Shalimar Bagh, imagining centuries of love stories that passed through those pathways. The symmetry. The fountains. The peaceful silence.
There’s something romantic about Kashmir — not just romantic love, but romance with life itself.
It feels like the kind of place where healing happens.
The Peace I Long For
I imagine sitting quietly in the mountains near Pahalgam, listening to the sound of the river. No notifications. No deadlines. Just the rhythm of nature.
As a mom, a creator, and a woman building dreams — I crave that kind of stillness.
Kashmir represents:
Slowing down
Breathing deeply
Trusting God’s timing
Letting your heart soften
Why Kashmir Feels Personal
Kashmir isn’t just a destination on a map in northern India. It feels like a place of depth — history, faith, resilience, and beauty intertwined.
And dreaming about it reminds me that life is bigger than my daily routine.
One Day…
One day, I’ll book that flight.
I’ll pack my coats and my courage.
And when I finally stand in Kashmir — breathing in the cold air, watching the mountains glow under the sun — I know I’ll whisper:
“It was worth the dream.”
Until Then…
I will keep dreaming.
Because sometimes, dreaming of traveling somewhere beautiful reminds us that life itself is beautiful — even before we arrive.
And maybe that’s the first step toward turning a dream into reality.
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