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I was going to Kashmir with my classmate it was my first trip to Kashmir.............
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Answered by sawakkincsem
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  • I was going to Kashmir with my classmate. It was my first trip to Kashmir hence I was very excited. It took us two days to reach there.
  • At first glance, all I could see was mountains and trees everywhere. The place looked like a painting made with delicacy.
  • We went to our hotel to refresh and later decided to go hiking.
  • My boot slipped while trying to climb the mountain but my classmate held my hand and saved me. I thanked him and gave him a woolen shawl as a gift. We also went camping at night. We spent a whole week filled with fun, laughter and adventure. It was a memorable trip.
Answered by rmb
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I was going to Kashmir with my classmate, Uday. It was my first trip to Kashmir. We had been invited by his uncle to spend a week of our summer holidays with them. Uday and I were on a secret mission- to teach his uncle how to use a smartphone, so that he could keep in touch with everyone.

The journey from Delhi to Kashmir was a long one indeed. We decided to to travel by train to Jammu and then proceed to Kashmir by bus. We thoroughly enjoyed the train journey and boarded the bus at Jammu. By now travel had started taking a toll on us and I quickly fell asleep.

When I awoke, I was surprised to find our bus stuck in a traffic jam caused due to an unexpected landslide. It was evening and there was no hope of the road being cleared until the next morning. The thought of being stranded overnight, in a bus was not comforting at all, but there was no other choice.

Just as despair was beginning to sink in, we saw a group of people approach our bus. Holding flashlights and their hands they made an announcement of some sort, which made everyone cheer. Uday explained to me that they were local Kashmiris who were offering us shelter for the night.

About five of us travellers went with one person to his house. Awaiting us was a warm welcome and some delicious biryani. What more could a tired soul possibly ask for!

By morning I felt that I had been adopted by the family. The goodbyes had suddenly become very difficult. Those wonderful people had opened up their homes and their hearts to complete strangers, whom they might never meet again. Who knew getting stranded would end up giving me such beautiful memories of my first trip to Kashmir!

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