Spring was the season of green mountain and meadows, blushing snow and an expanse of yellow mustard flowers in the fields around our village. On radio Kashmir, they played songs in kashmir celebrating the flowers in the meadows and the nightingales on willow branches. My favorite song ended with the refrain:’And the night angle sings to the flowers: Our land is a garden!’.
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