Impressions from a morning at Srinagar


At dawn a devoted and melodic “Allah Akbar” praises the Almighty. The wooden floor creaks. Restless sleep, the world is waking up: a butcher goes to the mosque, image of a boatman floating away in the lake’s mist, earthen jar with freshly baked bread attracts sleepy people in the still empty street.

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