My family and I landed in Kashmir, also known as the “Paradise to earth”. We had a plan to visit Iceland named “Gulmohar”. The moment I stepped my feet on the land, I turned into a white princess. My mother was a lady in waiting who was with me. We all sat on the Sledge and were sloped down to the ice by the seven ice masters ( 7 Dwarfs). Me ( the snow-white; white princess) and mother( mother snow white) landed on the isle. Following us, the father( Master Dwarf ) bonded with us.

Gulmarg is a beautiful land. Once anyone sweeps off on its surface, they will have the syrup of true beauty. It has lovely flowers, long pine trees covered under the fire of the forest. The scenic beauty of flowers can be experienced during springtime. While it is cold, it becomes all snowy and turns into a white land. It was indeed a euphoric feeling. I felt warm, cozy and the wind was cushioning me, and the wind was touching my cheeks.My heart was beating so fast. Suddenly there were magic droplets all over, and the snow world was going white and whiter. I was discovering, enjoying the white land. This is the only white land in the whole world. There was a bit of a sunny tone in the sky and lying between the mountains. It is indeed magical.

The rolling experience of all 3 of us me, mother and father

“Let us begin with the mother.”

I grant my mother snow white.

Good day, Mama,

The snow-white mother is fragile and looks like a flower

She is white in tone and yet alarmed

Her checks are mushy

Her lips seem like Vin Du Rhone

Her arms shine like Limoges

She rolls her dolled eyes

She spells no no

“I won’t go down the ice.”

There come to the seven dwarfs

for her rescue, and she triumphs over the ice.

Followed up by the snow-white, me “Shagun.”

It felt like I entered the white world. I resonate with this place. The other people were motioning in the group, but for me It was unusual. My mother was called up as Nori, and both of us wore the awkward logs ready to skate on the icebergs. The pulleys arrived, and it landed both of us on the Sledge. I walked the entire iceberg on that Sledge and watched the mountain from all angles. It seemed like the sky was riding upwards. Our voices were passing us, and we were moving forward until we reached the highest peak.

I am shagun, who is the snow-white princess here. The mother snow-white rests down alas.

Princess snow white continues to take the journey and cover the entire mountain. The master dwarf, who is also the father and husband of a snow-white princess and mother snow-white, stops moving forward, but the snow-white princess steps forward. The master dwarf father cuts down the dwarf from 7 to 1. But out of all, there is one oldest dwarf left, and she moves on and on with him. The white snow princess is crowned, and slowly she starts to walk on her own and roll and twist on the ice. Slowly and steadily, the snow-white princess unites all three together!

Passing through the terrain in the wilderness was a fantastic retreat I ever had. It was cold with ice all over. I marked my ice land journey with a thrill of adventure. There was a shimmering light glinting from the iceberg. The entire ice felt like a jeweled zone surrounded by the grass and muddy mountain terrain. There were my footsteps on ice with each passing step. All the trees, water, and air lay still. I explored the entire course on the ice. The trees were bright and strong, but you dare not touch them as they were hemlocks adding beauty and creating a beautiful serenity of frost ice. Going deeper and deeper was scary, but I went on and on by being fearless and bold. I was red-cheeked with exhilaration and joy. Even in the noise and wild hurrah all the woods, ice barks were standstill. Even in the echoes, I experienced silence. From a far distance, I could see particular objects, huts where the Adivasis resided in the middle of the ice. Also, there was a beautifully constructed church in the middle of the ice.

Within the icy land, I enjoyed the walkway seeing the epic historic green color. On the way, I even experienced the oldest St. March Church located in the shepherds of the valley. I also viewed the famous Maharani temple. It is the most royal ornament situated present on the hilltop. It was built in the era of the nineteenth century by Maharaja Hari Sisodia. These high reaching mountain peaks are breathtaking, known as the Pir Panjal Mountain Range. While it was getting cold, I supped the unique energy and power drink which gave me the vitality to stay strong. This is a Kashmiri tea, also known as Kahwa. It is composed of raw saffron. After having this, my cheeks went blushy. At that time, it was all dim.

I felt my feet got stuck on the ice. But, I dashed on my flight mode and kept on moving. Going up and up, I could see a great height, but I felt raised and climbed and climbed. I was declining, but I kept my head stern and moved forward. It felt sober, and I was gliding on the ice. My nerves were stretched, and I was breathing heavily with the wind of fresh air. There are known wolves outside the white land. They have lolling tongues; their long white tusks were preparing outwards to bite, their evil heart, the glaring and gloomy eyes. These wolves howl full of fury. I left them all behind. I left behind the toxicity and cherished the serenity of white land. I felt safe and empowered in my ice world, away from the wolves. These wolves can’t climb on the ice, and they will melt in this ice. The ice is pure and white, and it will dissolve them.

I was on my Sledge, and the dwarfs were there to protect me. These dwarfs lived here and were all iceman dwarfs. They were with me till the end and did not let me fall. The snow-white mother was taking little steps with the help of 2 dwarfs held by her. My oldest dwarf with me kept on receding the prayer embedded within Kashmir and their dynasty. He filled me with power and later let me be. He kept his hand on my head and flew me away to swing on the ice.

The Words spell by the oldest Dwarf :

The father ( master dwarf) and mother snow-white rested their bump on edge. The snow-white did not stop and was moving ahead.

“Me turning into a Snow White Princess.”

Snow White is turning its heart full of purity. She is a protective mother and, at the same time, an innocent child. In the same way, I am connected so much to the foster animals, few dogs on ice, and the iceman seven dwarfs. I radiate with beauty, and I exemplified it when I went into the white land. She is a dreamer, and she is romantic. So am I a daydreamer and a writer.  She’s a dreamer and a romantic, but she’s willing to work extra hard if there needs to be to earn her keep. Snow white never gives up and instead fights. Well, there was a person who was short of breath but still I, the snow-white princess, comforted him despite the risk of the covid virus being spread. Despite being grumpy, the dwarf warned her not to greet anyone inside the cottage in the real story of snow-white. Still, the snow-white selfness let the wicked old lady ( the wicked queen) enter the house. We all have heard in reading the story of snow white as a child during our bedtime. When life bounces at snow-white or other people become rude, she still  always fights  having an optimistic view. The things did go a little shady as the master dwarf ( father ) was agitated, and the mother ( mother snow white princess ) jammed at one place. Despite all this, the snow-white did not let her snowmelt, and she continued to shine. As a snow-white, she is the fairest of all. No, it is not her enchanting beauty. Instead, it is about her purity. As a person, I am snow white. Snow white is not mean-spirited, unfriendly, unsympathetic, callous. She is not all this. Being resilient and fighting against adversity is the bravery shown by snow white. Her kindle heart did not let the evil queen soldier kill her. All welcomed her softness. While walking on ice -land, I encountered people on my way, greeting them all. Show white is the name kept as she is as white and pure.

Embodying into a snow-white getup ( Close your eyes and imagine )!

My lips went red with the pulpy bam put on my lips to make it soft; the snowflakes make the skin cool and white, dark black hair lightens up, even more, the cold rusty winds make the cheeks red. The dainty little feet are set on the ice and moving on the isle. Her notable features are accentuating and glorifying with the white snow. My blue jacket turns into a signature snow-white blue dress with white color, hands turning into short puffy sleeves. The cloth is flowing from underneath, giving a good bounce. Slowly I am draped with a beautiful yellow skirt touching down till the ankles. In some cases, the hair is wide open. Ideally, the snow whites’ hair out nicely parted with a red headband with a bow.