Priyank’s Wholesome Family Kashmir Trip Review With Thrillophilia
There’s a reason Kashmir is called “Paradise on Earth,” and it’s not just the saffron fields or the shimmering Dal Lake. It’s in the soul of the place—the kindness of its people, the laughter of children playing in lush meadows, and the simplicity that seems to slow time itself.
Our family’s trip to Kashmir, booked through Thrillophilia, was a kaleidoscope of experiences, emotions, and memories that became woven into the fabric of our lives.
The Journey Begins
It all began with the usual chaos that comes with a family trip—packing and repacking, debating whether to carry more snacks or fewer jackets, given that Kashmir’s summer promised mild sunshine.
The moment our plane touched down in Srinagar, we knew we were in for something extraordinary. A gentle breeze welcomed us, carrying the scents of pine and blooming flowers. Our guide greeted us with an endearing warmth. His broad smile and lavender garlands made us feel like we’d stepped into a scene from a Bollywood movie.
As we drove toward our hotel, the guide regaled us with tales of Kashmir’s rich history and culture. The roads were lined with tall poplar trees, their shadows dancing on the ground. Streams glimmered under the sunlight, and mustard fields stretched out like golden carpets. Every turn on the road revealed a postcard-worthy view, and we couldn’t help but gape in awe.
Meadows, Memories, and Marvels
The next morning, we set off for Pahalgam, the valley of shepherds. The drive itself was an adventure, with the winding roads offering breathtaking views of the Lidder River flowing alongside us. At a roadside tea stall, an elderly vendor served us kahwa in dainty cups. The aromatic blend of saffron, cinnamon, and almonds felt like a warm hug in a cup.
Pahalgam was a slice of heaven. The Aru Valley greeted us with its serene charm—rolling meadows, tall pines, and a tranquillity that felt almost otherworldly. The kids discovered a swing tied to a sturdy tree and spent hours giggling and swaying under the summer sun. Meanwhile, we wandered along the banks of the Lidder River. Its crystal-clear waters seemed to whisper secrets to the smooth pebbles beneath.
A local shepherd, Habib, offered to guide us to a hidden trail. As we walked, he spoke about his life, his flock of sheep, and the unpredictable beauty of Kashmir’s seasons. His stories added a human depth to the natural beauty around us. At one point, he showed us how to make a simple flute from a reed—a skill that fascinated the kids and reminded us of life’s simple joys.
In Srinagar, we explored the legendary Mughal Gardens. Nishat Bagh’s terraces, dotted with vibrant flowers, felt like stepping into a royal dream. At Shalimar Bagh, we marvelled at the symmetry of the pools and fountains, each element designed to evoke peace. Standing under a centuries-old Chinar tree, I couldn’t help but imagine the countless stories these gardens must have witnessed over time.
We also spent a night on a shikara ride across Dal Lake. Floating gently over the still water, we were surrounded by floating gardens and quaint houseboats adorned with intricate wood carvings. The kids squealed with delight as they spotted tiny fish darting below the surface.
A Taste of Kashmir
One of the highlights of our trip was the food. Every meal in Kashmir felt like a love letter to its rich culinary heritage. From the aromatic Rogan Josh to the delicate Yakhni, the flavours were a celebration of spices and tradition. Even the kids, who usually turned their noses up at anything unfamiliar, couldn’t resist the crispy Modur Pulao with its hint of sweetness.
One evening, our guide introduced us to wazwan, a traditional Kashmiri feast. The dishes came one after another—gushtaba, tabak maaz, and more. Each bite was a revelation, and the communal dining setup made it all the more special. The chef even invited the kids to try their hand at folding naan, turning it into a mini competition. My youngest niece proudly declared herself the winner, showing off her slightly misshapen bread.
On another day, we visited a bustling market in Srinagar’s Lal Chowk. We marvelled at the vibrant stalls selling saffron, dried fruits, and intricate jewellery. The kids found themselves drawn to a vendor selling hand-carved wooden toys, and we ended up buying a miniature shikara as a keepsake.
Reflections and Recommendations
Looking back, our trip to Kashmir was about immersing ourselves in moments that mattered. Whether it was building sandcastles by the Lidder River, exchanging stories with locals, or simply watching the kids chase butterflies in a meadow, every experience was rich with meaning.
If you’re planning a trip to Kashmir, here are a few tips:
- Don’t miss the shikara ride at sunset. It’s a surreal experience that words can’t capture.
- Be sure to try the street food—sheermal and kahwa are must-haves.
- Engage with the locals. Their stories and perspectives will enrich your journey.
- Take your time exploring the Mughal Gardens; they’re not just beautiful but also steeped in history.
Booking through Thrillophilia made the entire experience seamless. From handpicked stays to knowledgeable guides, everything was perfectly orchestrated. Even minor hiccups, like a misplaced itinerary, were handled with professionalism and care.
Kashmir isn’t just a destination; it’s a feeling, a memory, and a reminder of life’s beauty. Our trip brought us closer as a family, and we left with hearts full of gratitude and minds brimming with unforgettable moments.
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