I walk into the bathroom with a bucket and towel
And I'm greeted by Mr or Ms Owl
His or Her red eyes glow in the dark
And he or she treats the shower rod as a bark!
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The beauty of Kashmir was overpowering. It's a memory I'll cherish forever. The sheer untouched beauty has proudly come out of the militancy and repression. It redefines beauty! Here is a vegetable seller on a Shikara in Dal Lake.


