Cold Towns

Guarded by the Biting Wind, oblivious to its numbing chill, nestled between the buttress roots of the white masked PirPanjal:   A quaint town, dotted with tilted roofs, Srinagar. There, under the wintry halcyon days, the bleak winter sun sparkles upon the town’s barren fields, barren houses, barren faces. Cloaked by the brumal mist of a dim twilight, Daal lake; the perennial