Kashmir Was So Pretty Even Our Family Group Stopped Fighting for Pictures ❄️😭

The journey

Kashmir with family was honestly one of those trips where the place was so pretty that even our usual family chaos somehow looked aesthetic. 😂

I went with Mumma, Papa, Aarav, Chachu, Chachi and my cousins Ananya and Rohan, so obviously travelling peacefully was never an option.

Srinagar started very cute — shikara ride, kahwa, everyone taking photos and Chachi casually entering every shop saying, “Bas dekh rahe hain.” Nobody was just looking. 😭

Then Gulmarg happened and suddenly everyone became five years old. Snowballs were flying, Aarav and Rohan were fully competing over absolutely nothing, and Ananya and I spent more time trying to get one decent picture than behaving like responsible adults.

Pahalgam was much calmer though. Mountains, pine trees, cold air and those random family moments where everybody just sits together with chai and nobody is in a hurry.

Kashmir genuinely didn’t feel real half the time.

Too beautiful, too many pictures, too much kahwa and somehow even the family drama was cute there. 🤍❄️

Favourite Memory: The entire family turning a normal snowball fight in Gulmarg into a personal competition and then pretending five minutes later that we were only there for “peaceful family time.” 😂

My final verdict: Kashmir is basically proof that even eight people arguing over photos can look wholesome when the background is this pretty. ❄️🤍