Although the night feels cold, as you enter the room, there’s this warmth and light that spreads all across. With the candles flickering, the scent hits you first, it’s a mix of roses, jasmine, and marigolds.
Dressed in your makhmal dress, soft and luxurious against your skin, you look around. The room is full of life… laughter, guftagu, and the soulful hum of qawwals. You hold a warm cup of Kashmiri chai, the perfect companion to this mehfil.
A place where strangers become family, where every smile and every word feels like it was meant for you. And you can’t help but smile, a quiet, contented smile, as you take everything in.
Every moment feels precious, and you feel, more than anything else, that you belong.
