Lilies floating on a lake, the reflection of our houseboat shimmering between them on the dark green water. Smiling eyes above black veils watching from the kitchen as we feasted on naan and lentils, lamb and raita. Worn fingertips that wove the blue, red, and gold threads of silk into the carpet we bought as our wedding present. Children, laughing and following the white man and Indian woman as we strolled the cobblestone streets, wanting to hold hands and yet not daring. We held theirs, instead. Beloved Kashmir, lover's paradise, Love alone can comfort you now. Bismillah.