Well you don’t have to be niggardly with your emotions here, run through the lush green fields and shout with the mighty mountains of Turtuk.
The village which was under Pakistan’s control till 1975 and then India gained control over the area. Because of the dramatic history witnessed by the place it has many transition displaying through its culture and traditional architecture.
We stayed one night at Hunder before reaching to our destination. Post breakfast we did wait on side of a road for a ride to Turtuk. We played a random and childhood known sport to throw stones as far as possible till we got the lift in a vehicle. We reached around 3 pm and were walking through the gullies of the village greeting the people and looking for an accommodation. Fortunately we got a comfortable stay which also serves fresh orchid veggies and healthy chicken for our dinner. After the room allocation we rush to explore the place crossing a wooden cable bridge which allows to serve as a connection to other part of the village. Kept walking and every where you see is serenity and peace. Then we stopped by a cliff and enjoyed a breathtaking view of the valley, as we can see the path traversing between two mountains and beyond its the border. At that spot i got mesmerised by the view, the time was still and only thing that was there in my mind was happiness and only thing i was hearing is a pleasant silence. We returned to the guest house talking about some random things that we kept talking and so on, i realised it was the place and the randomness we were looking for.
Waking up when the sun is shinning, birds are chirping, water is sounding wet and that morning was amazing. Having a hearty organic breakfast we visited the museum and met the guy who was explaining about the facts of Turtuk. War brings misery to people its true, well there are hundreds of families who suffered pain and paid heavy price of separation and even the museum was looted before by the army of Pakistan before Indian army took over it. Most of them whose son, grand son , grand father and parents are still stuck in Pakistan while they were studying, working and travelled for trade, now due to the invisible wall everything got perished under its shadow. Life is changed after war now they pray for their closed ones to be healthy and happy where ever they are.
We roamed around the place and it was fascinating to see the architectural beauty of houses and their kids were very enthusiastic to get them clicked by a camera so it also kind of does our work easy to take their pictures.
While returning back we met lot of jolly school students by the road, we had a little chit chat with them while they were returning back to there home and so were we.
We got a ride till Hunder in a local dumper which works for road construction to pick and dump the aggregates used. So we came standing at the back of dumper and it was one hell of a ride which thrills your body all the way.