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Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, Provided with toys and scouting for boys. You bought a guitar to punish your ma, And you didn't like school, And you know you're nobody's fool, So welcome to the machine.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Road to Sharda

From muzaffarabad we left for Sharda. Sharda (as I later learned) was a great city in the old times. A center for learning and trade. It had around 5000 families living there and even had a university. This comes as a surprise because if the society was so advanced, it is sad to note it's small size and primitive way of living now.


We had travelled only a few kms from Muzaffarabad and got a flat tyre. I took this while the driver went and got the tyre fixed.



A 100 feet from Indian territory. All that part is part of the Indian held Kashmir. I thought it must be impossible to have such an intermingled border. It would be too porous. But then there were Indian chauki's to prove that it indeed was Indian held land.



Just a few kms before Sharda. Notice the change in the scenery and the weather. I found it to be amazingly beautiful. A must see place.

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