Kashmir is infinite. To put into words what Kashmir does to you will be like attempting to find marks on your skin when its actually your soul that has been bruised and pampered at the same time, it will be like speaking about only a part of your head when it has filled your heart to the brim leaving no space for anything else in the world. And I cannot dare to speak the whole, but fragments, show you only the cracks and give you a vision of the spots from where light entered my body when I stood under the glistening sun, and its reflections from the snow beneath my feet froze my blood, rattled my teeth and I felt warm, warm enough to not be cold ever again.