Dr Qayum Hamid Changal Autumn or ‘Harud’ is not same abroad. Dwelling here on one island in Maldives, it’s nostalgic when I see the pictures of golden Chinar posted on Facebook. Sometimes my receptors nudge its fragrance, but it’s all imaginary. It is an art beyond all the expressions, God’s own painting brushed with perfection and refinement. Though I’m not there in the bosom of my love—Kashmir, yet her beauty allures my heart and mind. It may look insanity for many, but I wish it to prevail till all my…
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