Before the springs fall silent
Have you ever paused near a spring that once flowed through your village and noticed something unsettling?
The gentle sound of water that once echoed through the orchards is fading. Many springs that sustained our ancestors for generations are slowly drying. Streams that once ran strong through our fields now trickle weakly during long dry spells.
This is not just a change in weather. It is a warning.
Kashmir, the valley that poets once described as paradise on earth, is quietly facing a crisis. The winters are becoming less predictable, summers are warmer than before, rainfall patterns are shifting, and the dry spells are growing longer. The fragile balance of nature that protected this valley for centuries is being disturbed.
But the truth is this: nature has always given us the solution within itself.
That solution is trees.
For generations, the landscape of Kashmir was shaped by majestic Chinars, fruit-laden orchards, walnut groves, and mulberry trees shading village paths. Trees were not merely decorations of our land. They were guardians of our water, protectors of our soil, and silent........
