“It’s very nice…” Nuraini said, looking at the photo I had sent.
“Yea… it’s a beautiful place…!” I murmured quietly. It was a view of the Kashmiri Himalayas, mostly bare of snow, but with the tops still lathered with white. “Where the bridge is, this is Dursuma. This is just after Wayul-"
Yes, Dad was 4 years old, and he didn't learn it from his own father. He learned from one of my grandfather's friends. My grandfather said that 'If I taught him at home, he won't learn. But he would learn from outside, from other people.'