Nostalgia Visa For Kashmir ZGM I had almost entered into a nuptial tie with the Arabian Sea. In the late evenings, I felt incomplete without sitting on a cement bench on the marine drive or the parapets at the Gateway of India and looking into the vastness of the sea. Many a time, the evening zephyr and the high waves in symphony waxed a prosaic person like me lyrical.  Someone has rightly said, “There’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” I almost strolled on a daily basis after dinner to the Gateway of India, which was ten to twelve minutes’ walk from my residence. And whenever I had a friend from Srinagar we would have … Read entire article »