Sunday, 9 September 2012

The Pretty Rain from Those Sweet Eaves

It's been raining for a day and a half in Srinagar.

The roads are smeared with mud and muddy potholes. The shikaras in the Dal tied up. The nights are darker, which only serves to bring out the lights brighter. In all this the Boulevard still shines.

In this weather which some may find gloomy and depressing, and others inspirational and poetic I share with you one of Kashmir's top comfort food - nadermonj and til-karr. This was bought and consumed yesterday. Made by the masterful monj-woul who sits outside the shrine of Syed Yaqoob Sahib (Saed-Saheb) in Sonwar, next to Burn Hall School.

He is a plump fellow who sits among fritters of various kinds and keeps a poker to pick til-karr because the tray is off his arm's reach. 

As of this writing, it is still raining. And, no, I am not complaining. 

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
- H.W. Longfellow

PS: The title is the title of a poem by Emily Dickinson.

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