Pahalgam Club Garden

"Pahalgam Club Garden is a tranquil haven nestled in the heart of Pahalgam, Jammu & Kashmir. At an altitude of around 2,700 ft along the soothing Lidder River, it offers lush lawns, blooming flowerbeds, and towering pines framing majestic Himalayan views.
Visitors can enjoy peaceful strolls along winding paths, relax under shady trees, picnic with family, or capture vivid landscape photographs.
The ambiance is enhanced by the gentle rustle of leaves and chirping birds, making it perfect for unwinding in nature’s embrace.
Ideal for couples, families, and solo travelers seeking serenity amid mountain beauty, the garden typically opens from 10 AM to 6 PM daily. Ticket price for adult is 60₹, 15₹ for children and 100₹ for foreigners."

Nikhil Suwalka

"Amazing place to spend quality time with your friends and family.
Totally recommend you to visit this place."

Uzair Nisar

"Where the mind gets drunk.
This is a place that I remember when I was thinking of a place, a place where I could think of a picture of a place. Where the mindless can never catch anyone. Here the mindless people fly with the wind, float with the clouds, fall in the rain of happiness.
Where the uproar spreads over the mountains and engulfs in the fog of adoration, where the depressed are lost in the deep forest of pine, the thrill is lifted by a solemn thrill, where the mindless people eat their rocks in stone, and immerse themselves in the everlasting embrace of the river through a stream of excitement. Where the mindless people flock with the maddening currents of the mountainous river, away from the unknown, from country to country. And this is a place that I have no end in writing about!

How to finish writing? And how will be upset? He had no way of her. Everything that is normal to us is unreal, unreal and unbearable.
When the clouds here, the clouds are the most own. He touches, gets wet, he comes to the window, pretends to break the pride of his pride when you open the window, removes your heart, removes a smile from your face. The clouds here make up the mind, for a moment.
Here when it rains, it continues to drop. The rhythm of the rain, then, is heard in endless singing. The green hills are then shaded with silver, some kind of Akubuki wants to do on the window. Colorful flowers, green grasses, hanging tree trunks, all begin to dance in happiness. Soaking wet becomes more green. Colorful flowers become more colorful.
Here, when the fog falls, a little farther around the mattress is covered. Mountains, pine forests, rivers, fountains, sky. What a wonderful nature to create a fog of smoke everywhere. In another way, the world knows. Everything here then turns into another world. I wish I could walk in the forest of unknown pine and get lost in the smoke of that kind of forest. Wishing to hug myself on one of the hills, smoke in this well of fog, I wish I could float through the rivers of smoke rising at a distance unknown.

Here, when the sun is smiling, everything is shining and laughing. Mountains, forests, rivers, fountains, trees, grasses, shrubs and fields. It was as if everyone was shining in the sun. Arrange themselves to whom they care. Some are silver, some golden, some blue and some in shades of different colors. Then the eyesight becomes very helpless. The eyes are so helpless, the mind tells the mind why both eyes? Why don't people have two more eyes? How much more can be seen in the eyes of the sun, in the hundreds of varieties that fall into the laughter of the sun?
On one side the hills turn blue, and on the other, the mountains are covered with various shades of snow. One day in the deep pine forests, yellow is the joy, while the other is a colorful game in the fall fountain. And the silvery rivers flowing madly laughing with laughter. These mountains, forests, rivers and fountains can be enjoyed with so many varieties of life, with only two eyes? Can't go
Maybe if one wishes to be king during a sun-drenched morning, a lazy afternoon, or a rainy afternoon, it doesn't matter.
The owner of his own hotel or cottage is chauffeured by the king's horse. Tugbugs can run away, in unknown mountains, in unknown forests, lost far and wide. As far as he wishes. Whenever you want, you can ride on horseback, refractory rivers, springs of breath and thousands of stone-bedding friends' paths.

One of the mountains will climb up to the top of the horse, and I will lay myself down near that mountain, looking at the blue sky, lazy time spent walking, sitting or folding. Last afternoon, when the light of day wants a vacation, I will ride on a horse. Sun, clouds, rain and fog will come back to my house with the hideouts.
I will bring the tired body to the carpet of green grass. Maybe I can find a new meaning in life from being soaked in a little breeze, or a bitter rain or a little mist, I will feel the taste of survival, fall into gratitude at the limitless gift of a widow."

Farhan