You can enter Srinagar
by the long and winding southern road from Jammu, and if you start early in the
day, you will reach when the sun is slowly dipping into the fragrant fields of
basmati rice that stretch before it. Or you can fly in, passing through the
seven gates of security control of a modern airport. We chose the road: a
Maruti steered by a Sikh driver with quick reflexes and a reassuring smile that
never once faltered.
On our way, we passed
a town where only sweets are made an
is an Indologist, freelance writer, translator and editor from Croatia. She is currently based in Bangalore. She has co-edited and translated a selection from contemporary Indian women‘s writing, Popodnevni Pljuskovi (Afternoon Showers), published by the VBZ Publishing House, Zagreb, 2011.
