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Then  a  guy  adorning  a  cream  pathani  suit  and  kufi  skull  cap
                           approached  me  and  requested  me  to  follow  him,  instantly  taking  the  two
                           heavy suitcases that I had brought along with me. He ushered me towards
                           the quaint colonial cottages at the end of the enclosed premises.
                                   We  reached  a  cottage  called  Chenab  and  he  dumped  my  suitcases
                           rather carelessly on the ground. Then he looked at me intently and it took me
                           a while to realise that he was anticipating a tip for his services. I checked my
                           pockets for some change and thankfully found a hundred-rupee note that I
                           immediately handed over to him. His face lit up and he left after thanking
                           me generously. Maybe it was the most generous tip that the fifteen-year-old
                           boy had ever received.
                                   The  evening  sun  was  setting  and  I  seriously  hoped  to  rest  in  the
                           single bed in the room. The amenities were very basic: there was a table and
                           chair in one corner of the room. There was one more door exactly opposite
                           from the front door. I opened it and my eyes widened in awe. A balcony
                           opened out to a lawn strewn with cedar cones. The wind rustled through the
                           leaves  and  ruffled  my  hair.  There  was  a  boundary  wall  across  the  lawn
                           beyond which the gigantic, snowy peaks sparkled in the evening sun. The
                           trees laden with fruits and flowers swayed in the breeze. There were also two
                           plastic chairs and a table in one corner of the small balcony. My gaze strayed
                           to the serene mountains in the distance and I marvelled at their immutability.
                           I smiled; this was going to be my coffee space.
                                   This is paradise; I can sit here forever, breathing this crisp mountain
                           air and listening to the trilling of these birds, I thought
                                   Sudden thuds on the door broke my thoughts and I opened the door
                           quite annoyed. It was Mr Durrani.
                                   ‘Sorry to bother you, Riya, but I came here to bid you goodbye and
                           hand these documents over to you. Sign these and submit them to the main
                           office tomorrow,’ he said.
                                   ‘Goodbye? Are you not going to stay?’ I was perplexed.
                                   Suddenly, I realized that I did not know anyone in these alien lands.
                                   ‘No! I work and stay in Srinagar. I just came here to settle you in. It
                           is a nice place and hopefully you should not have any problem. The people
                           here are a bit shy, and you might like to wear some decent clothes,’ he said.
                                   ‘What do you mean by decent clothes? Jeans and tees are among the
                           most decent clothes of the 21st century.’ I was offended.
                                   If jeans are not decent then what would he think about my minis or
                           halters?
                                   ‘Please  don’t  mind.  What  I  mean  is  I  hope  you  have  a  salwar
                           kameez…if you don’t want to make people uncomfortable in your presence
                           or draw any kind of undue attention towards you. People in Kashmir are a
                           bit traditional and not used to seeing women in Western clothing. It is my
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