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Old men, attired traditionally, in firan (loose woolen coat), with kangdi (basket with red hot charcoal pieces) keeping them warm, sharing a hookah/sheesha is as idyllic as it gets in the small town of Verinag in Kashmir.

People of the valley: Kashmir

It has always been known as “jannat“, or heaven. The valley – as Kashmir is commonly known – conjures paradisiacal images. Everywhere you look, the landscape is picture postcard perfect.

In the lap of such bountiful natural beauty, we wondered what life is really like. Turns out, the answer wasn’t so straightforward.

The valley has been stuck in an internal strife for ever now. Life here reminds us of a bygone era. Stories of struggle and loss in the midst of what feels like heaven is a paradox too difficult to digest. For this reason, our visit to the valley was an intense experience.

And yet, the people’s hospitality far surpassed anything we had ever imagined. From a fruit seller who offered us tea to our co-passengers insisting we stay with them, not in hotels. A tourism officer and his wife we chanced upon meeting, not only showed us around but also took us home and had us stay in their children’s room. Another one asked us if we were sure we weren’t falling short of funds!

This story is an attempt to showcase the beautiful people from a beautiful place.

First up, the kids from Kashmir

You would have met some earlier in our story “Kids of the Hills…“.

Their rosy cheeks, bright red lips, and kohl-lined eyes made us wonder why parents would apply makeup to such little kids. Soon we realised our foolishness. The “make up” was in fact put by nature!

Cheeks as red as the luscious apples that grow here and eyes that talked volumes, we were smitten by the kids at first sight!

Portrait of an adorable young boy with green eyes and an innocent smile in Chatpal, Kashmir.

This is Rauf from a small village Chittergul. He had come to play by the stream along with his brothers. While his older brothers played some competitive games, Rauf was just running around, trying to emulate them.

Envy their playgrounds?

Two young boys wearing a traditional overcoat from Kashmir called firan play with a metal ring in the open grounds surrounded by pine trees at Chatpal in Kashmir

In the midst of the pine and fir trees with a stream flowing by, surrounded by the Himalayas, this is a playground of a privileged few. No wonder then, their games are so simple!

These were Rauf’s older brothers, Shabbir and Younis. From our tourist bungalow in Chatpal (a village so remote, our accommodation had yet to receive electricity) we saw them running down the slope. They were chasing down a metal ring. One whose ring didn’t fall off was the winner of this game. Realising they had an appreciative audience, they upped their game and made it faster.

Shabbir, the eldest was very protective of his younger brothers. He was the one who made the introductions and gave us permission to take their photos. He made sure his brothers were seen properly in all the photos.

We had such a great time with these kids! They wanted to show off their skills and asked us if we would shoot that as well. Skills included high jumps from the rocks and some somersaults.

After a while, their dad arrived and they all had to leave to accompany their flock of sheep in the hills.

As we said our goodbyes, Shabbir asked us when we would be visiting again. I gave a vague answer of sometime next year. His response was, “Get these photos then. Okay, bye bye, see you!”

On a cold and rainy day in Chatpal, this was a warm endearing encounter!

So different, and still the same!

On the face of it, everything about life here was different than life as we know it. But a little conversation and the simple similarities were evident.

Like, the rules this girl had to follow in the school she went to.

A woman from Thimran village in rural Kashmir with her daughters peeping through the window of her house displaying henna on her hands.

Ravijaan, Gausijan and their mother Mahajibin are from the village of Thimran in Shangus district of Kashmir. We met them on our way back from a day trek.

They had never seen people with a camera pass through their village. Understandably, they got curious and were bold enough to initiate a conversation.

We were as eager and excited about this chance of an interaction with the locals from such a remote village in Kashmir.

There was a wedding in the village the previous day, for which Mahajibin had put mehendi (henna) on her hands. Her daughter, however, couldn’t, since it wasn’t permitted in her school. It was reminiscent of the times the exact same thing had happened to us during our school years in the metropolis of Mumbai!

Looks like rules are rules, no matter where your school is!

The youth of Kashmir, teenage boys take a break from a game of cricket and pose for a photograph in Kashmir.

Like every other group of young guys in the sub-continent, this group in Kashmir spent their spare time playing cricket.

Post school hours, open meadows, fields, banks of streams, any piece of open land was good enough to be a cricket ground.

Of course, theirs were the most picturesque makeshift cricket grounds!

Father and daughter duo of the nomadic shepherd tribe of Gujjar pose lovingly for a photograph in Chatpal, Kashmir.

Gujjars are a nomadic shepherd tribe in Kashmir. Every year, they move up the hills in summer in search of greener pastures. Come winter, they settle back in the plains at the foothills.

We met one such rather large Gujjar family while walking up a hilly trail. While we stopped at their hut for a cup of namkeen chai (salted tea), the father peered curiously into our camera.

After a family portrait, he made a request for one special picture –  a photo with his youngest daughter. No prizes for guessing who his favourite family member was.

Fathers and daughters everywhere really do share a special bond!

Hookah, an integral part of life in Kashmir

Old men, attired traditionally, in firan (loose woolen coat), with kangdi (basket with red hot charcoal pieces) keeping them warm, sharing a hookah/sheesha is as idyllic as it gets in the small town of Verinag in Kashmir.

A hangout doesn’t always involve Google! A laid back market place shall do.

Verinag, a small town in South Kashmir offers such a place. Old men, attired traditionally, in firan (loose woolen coat), with kangdi (basket with red-hot charcoal pieces) keeping them warm, sharing a hookah/sheesha is as idyllic as it gets.

On the far left is the butcher. He had just finished cleaning a cow. If you observe closely, you will notice the blood under his nails.

An old man, a tailor stitches clothes in his old shop in the Anantnag market of Kashmir with his hookah next to him.

We spotted this tailor while walking down a market in Anantnag and realised hookah is also a work time accessory!

The tourist guide on our day trek to Dragdolan near Yusmarg in Kashmir takes a hookah break in a Gujjar house.

And if you can’t carry your own hookah, borrow one on the way.

Rashid Dar, was our guide on a forest trek near Yusmarg.

On the way, a Gujjar woman asked us if we wanted to taste some roti that she was selling. Having never tasted a milk roti before, we went to their hut and spent some time with this family.

Rashid bhai grabbed this opportunity to ask for some hookah. The family also gladly obliged.

He had lived quite an adventurous life so far. The forests surrounding Yusmarg were like his backyard and he was an expert at finding trails in the forest. The army had used his expertise during the turbulent times.

He was one of the many people in Kashmir we heard lament about the reducing snowfall each year and how this would eventually cause the streams to dry out. According to him, Allah was watching it all and this was his way of punishing people for their greed and bad behaviour.

The previous day we had asked him if it was likely to rain up in the hills when we went there. His reply? “Agar humein pata hota, to hum khuda hotey” – if I knew this, I would be God!

Animals are a very important part of life in Kashmir

For many families, the animals – mainly sheep and horses are a major source of livelihood. For them, life revolves around their flocks.

A family of shepherds travels up a hill with all their luggage laden on a horse, taking their flock of sheep and goats to graze in the greener pastures in Kashmir.

We walked for a while with this flock on their way to Kungwatar. It is an open meadow hidden a few hours away into the hills.

Kungwatar is a place off the maps, let alone the tourist circuit. A couple of our local co-passengers had suggested it to us.

As we started walking towards Kungwatar, we realised we had several Pahadi families for company. They were all shifting up to Kungwatar to stay with their flock.

Pahadi translates to “mountain people”. Like the Gujjars, they are a nomadic group from Kashmir. With only as many belongings as would fit on a horse, for them, shifting bases was really no big deal. It was their way of life.

When we said we couldn’t walk all the way to Kungwatar as we hadn’t come prepared for an overnight stay, they said we were welcome to stay with them – if we could adjust to their makeshift homes. These would essentially be a sheet of tarpaulin pitched like a tent. They would light up a bonfire, so it wouldn’t be cold. And since they traveled with all their kitchen gear, food wouldn’t be a problem either.

It was such a kind offer, too tempting to reject. But we really did have to get back to our room. We turned back from the Sangam point, a confluence of two tributaries of the Jhelum river.

A horse rider, Imran, shows off his strong heavily laden with hay horse, all set to leave for the annual Amarnath Yatra in Kashmir.

With calves as strong as steel, Imran claimed he had the best horse for hire at the Amarnath yatra. Amarnath yatra is an annual pilgrimage to see what is probably the most famous ice stalagmite, resembling a Shivling high up in the remote mountains.

Not all devotees are physically fit to trek up the 45 km distance for three days, some of it at altitudes over 3500 meters. Horses are a much-preferred mode of transport.

Come June end, when the route opens up for the yatra, horsemen from around Kashmir head to Pahalgam or Baltal, the two base camps for the yatra. In the 6 weeks or so that the yatra continues, they do several trips up and down the arduous path.

In these few weeks, they earn a major chunk of their annual income.

The horsemen need to register themselves and their horses much in advance for the Amarnath yatra. This insures the horses, should something go wrong in the high mountains. The tiny badge on the horse’s ear indicates he has been registered for the yatra.

An old shepherd man with a beard takes a break and rests with the support of his walking stick on his way home with his flock in Chatpal, Kashmir

We met him one evening while walking through some hills close to our room. He was returning from his daily routine of taking his flock out to graze. He was waiting for one little calf to return from the mountains.

They way he spoke of his flock, it felt like they were people, not sheep!

Portrait of a man carrying his sick sheep over his shoulders to a medical camp through the green meadows around Dragdolan all the way to Yusmarg in Kashmir.

We met him on a trek to Dragdolan. He had to get his sick sheep to a medical camp in  Yusmarg, a few hours of walk away.

Medical camps are set up once a month (in the summer months) in places like Yusmarg, which are accessible by road. People – and their animals from the surrounding remote villages and the hills walk down all the way to attend these camps.

Needless to say, this health care arrangement felt too sparse. But our guide told us that people hardly fell ill – one doesn’t really have health issues in such pure air, water, and land! Besides, they knew their trees well and were well versed in how to put them to medical use!

An old man carries a heap of hay on his back and walks through the forest of Neelnag near Yusmarg in Kashmir.

This impenetrable health makes a walk of hours with a heavy load on the back seem like a stroll in the park!

Some other common professions in Kashmir

A man from Kashmir wears a traditional woolen coat called firan and fires up a charcoal fired handheld cane basket to keep warm.

The relative return of peace has seen a construction boom in Kashmir. Many youngsters, for the lack of other opportunities, are turning to this profession.

Construction though does not pertain to infrastructure projects. Nor is it about huge concrete structures. It is predominantly wooden houses and tourist guest houses. In places expecting a tourist boom, it could be a bigger hotel.

Shaukat Ahmed was from Thimran. He worked as a daily wage labourer with a contractor in south Kashmir.

His favourite work though was being a tourist guide. He enjoyed taking visitors into the hills and the forest trails.

Treks and hikes are abundant everywhere in Kashmir. In the past, it was with great pride that the locals would take tourists on treks here. Hopefully, the quieter and peaceful times will see a resurgence of trekking tourism in Kashmir.

More youngsters like Shaukat could then start doing the work that they love.

A man uses his spade to cut the rocks to smaller stones to be used in repairing the national highway NH1-B, a road leading to Sinthan Top in Kashmir.

Summer months see many roads open up after the snow starts melting. Repairing these roads and their maintenance is another summer occupation.

All the labour intensive work is done pretty much manually.

A shopkeeper in his shop in the Anantnag market in Kashmir where he sells utensils mainly highly decorative ones made of copper like the Samovar used to serve tea.

Copper ware is a highly prized kitchen ware. Heavy and intricately carved copper vessels are a sign of affluence in Kashmir. Their cost is decided by the weight of copper used in making them.

Tea is a revered drink and Samovar, the copper teapot- a specialty of Kashmir – is their place of pride.

We could only imagine the grandeur of the kitchens that house this copper extravaganza and the rich succulent meats one could cook and eat from it!

Shops like this indicate a “big city”, the urban side of Kashmir. Where people get their vegetables from the market and not from their farms. (This was an example a local young guy gave to describe city life in Kashmir.)

Photography studios are housed in a shikara and offer their services to the tourists who come for a shikara ride in the Dal lake at Srinagar.

The most innovative profession we came across were these mobile photography studios, exclusive to the tourists at Dal lake in Srinagar.

Srinagar, the summer capital, has a vibe very different from the rest of Kashmir. Especially around the Dal lake, it is completely tourist-centric.

Here, they have a simple modus operandi. These young photographers approached us with a sample photo album and asked us to choose the picture of our choice. A variety of props to perfectly match the chosen Kashmiri dress, these photo studio shikaras stock it all.

They promised a perfect Kashmir ki kali “Damsel from Kashmir” picture. By evening, the photo would be delivered to our hotel room!

Two women carrying sickles head to the farms to cut some firewood in Lolab valley, Kupwara district in northern Kashmir, India

Irrespective of the profession of the family, the women have their tasks lined up throughout the day.

Multiple trips to the nearby forest for gathering firewood takes up a chunk of their time. These women have mastered the art of carrying a huge load of wood and balancing it on their heads.

We heard some girls on their way to the woods merrily singing some folk songs. The music probably makes their tough tasks easier.

View of men and women dressed in traditional Kashmiri clothes doing farming activities in paddy fields in the summer months with tall poplar trees in the background as seen on the train journey from Srinagar to Anantnag.

Women also help out in the fields during the times of peak farming activity.

Two old women dressed in traditional Kashmir attire curiously peek out of their windows in Lolab valley, Kupwara district in northern Kashmir, India.

Probably as a reward for all the hard work done in their younger days, they enjoy a relaxed life at old age. With the younger men and women handling the day-to-day tasks, the older women do not involve themselves in the running of the households.

We heard many elderly people talk fondly of the “good old days”, when tourism was at its peak and they met people from all over the world. They now missed those flourishing times!

Two Muslim men perform their prayers, Namaz, in the Daksum Wildlife Sanctuary in Kashmir

There is one common thread between all the people of Kashmir.

Young and old, men and women do not ever miss their namaz times. We once saw a bank almost empty because the staff had gone to the mosque nearby for namaz.

Offices, Mughal gardens or the Rajpari Wildlife Sanctuary in the picture above – any place will do for them to pray!

This, we realised was the single most important aspect of the life in Kashmir. The adherence to their religion. Their reverence to khuda.

These travel stories will help you plan your trip to Kashmir

Guide for offbeat travel to Kashmir, India

Yusmarg: Should you stay here on your Kashmir trip?

Lolab valley, unexplored Kashmir

Chatpal, an offbeat gem hidden in Kashmir

South Kashmir circuit: Non touristy fit for all travelers

Kokernag, a garden outing in Kashmir

Tourist attractions around Dal lake in Srinagar, Kashmir

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    1. Hey Anindya, thanks! There were so many conversations, observations and interactions that we had with the people of Kashmir that we felt we needed to share their stories. Travel = People that you meet 🙂

    1. Thank you, Anindita. We try to connect as much as possible tot he local people of any place we travel to. This one is probably our most favourite story of our travels in Kashmir. Happy to know you liked it.

  9. Beautiful photos. I think observing and communicating with the people and their life gives us a better understanding of the place. The socio-cultural values, local profession all contribute in creating the city or town it is. I like your approach, capturing places from unusual angles.
    Good luck ! May you see many places and keep us inspiring same way !

    1. Thank you so much Sumil! You are so right about the people creating the town that is. Observing the ways of life of the people and interacting with them is the favourite part of our travels.

  10. Beautiful, i was in kashmir recently and the best part about kashmir are those cute little kashmiri kids with those beautiful eyes in their traditional little clothes. It is an amazing place.

  11. Mohammad Ashkanani

    Hi thanx alot for the wonderful articale that i ve enjoyed every letter of
    I am a photographer who is planing a visit to kashmir next may and every where i search i found landscape photography and my intersit is people and culture photography i was wondering if can provide me with the list of villiages around kashmir where i would find the kind of people and calture photography that i am looking for l plz contact me on my email provided and i will really apperciate ur help

  12. I’m just amazed by your pictures and also the description! I wonder what is left for me to capture! I am heading there next month. 🙂

  13. Hello….i came across your blog a few months ago and…it’s Kashmir that i am thinking on visiting..i want to know how to get to Lolab and and Chatpal from Srinagar….Is there any public transport that goes around the villages.and also about budget accommodations..

    1. Hello Sumankit, thank you for being among our earliest followers.
      Kashmir is very well connected by its public transport, the shared Sumos. They have a wide network. Only for the “last mile” in really remote places is a special cab required. You can hire a dedicated Sumo for this final stretch (which the locals usually just walk).
      While Lolab is closer to Srinagar, Chatpal being in the southern part is easily accessible from Achabal. Look for Chitergul in the map. Chatpal is close by.
      These places, not yet hot on the tourist circuit do not have private hotels. J&K tourism boards have good and reasonable accommodation at all these places with catering facility as well.
      We are working on a post to address these connectivity and accommodation issues in remote Kashmir. Hope it will be of help.
      Do get in touch if you have any more questions.

  14. Marcia Womack

    Beautiful photographs highlight your wonderful travel story. I feel as though I’ve been traveling right along with you! So exciting and I so enjoyed meeting the People of the Valley: Kashmir”

    1. Thank you so much, Marcia! This is a story very dear to us and it feels real good to read comments like yours. Really happy you enjoyed it! Hope to see you again!

  15. deepak khale

    very nice story.It is heartening to note these people are so happy in the nature surrounding them. It is so good to read about people from different places than about mouments.

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