What is it about snow that makes people want to ‘announce’ it? Like a surprise visitor, welcome and bursting with the possibility of abundant gifts or a day off from the ordinary… ‘it’s snowing it’s snowing look it’s snowing!’
There is something sweet and special about being the first to see and hence announce the first snowfall of the season.
Like a gift that the whole world can unwrap!
My favourite is the kind that falls slowly in big fluffy flakes as though falling to some deep cosmic rhythm. Profound in its silence.
Then there’s the snow that is faster, more hurried. The flakes meandering here and there and some even rising up instead of falling down as if in their haste they have forgotten the way!
This year snow has come to all my ‘homes’ at the same time. My SM feeds are inundated with snow pics from friends and family in Kashmir, England and the USA! Bar a couple of snowy naysayers, it’s brought out the inner child in everyone else and has got me feeling happy vibes.
My dad was reminiscing about snow times in Kashmir. Nov Sheen (literally ‘New Snow’) was a big deal and as children they would compete to shove a handful of the first snow of the season on to some unsuspecting member of the family! The ‘victim’ would then have to come up with a ‘treat’usually money or candy. I thought that was funny and sweet.
I know it’s you,
You know how it is.
Going to hear your voice.
All the way from
the country without a post office.
I pick up ~
‘it’s snowing here’
Are the first words you say
I wonder why
‘I love you’
is the first thing I hear
(True story )
Also, That thing about Rain
What this website is all about ,you must write more on kashmiri culture, tradition, our customs, our cuisine, our uniqueness, our hospitality, our humanism, our land which is beautiful
i love the poem!!!
Asalam aleikum. Inshaallah one day I will have my own blog (time 🙂 haha) and connect with all the beautiful people who have shared and shaped unknowingly my journey into Islam.
Today I just wish to share my favorite snow, almost unreal. It was in a small town in Serbia and in the snowy winter going to one grandmother, snow fell, yet each tiny flake was a perfect crystal star. Lots of love from Germany.
Hanna that’s beautiful! 💕
Its magical. ♡
Love it. Sweet poem at the end. No post office?! Mashallah.