Those good night bye and the deep sleep hugging the quilt,
The chilling morning in the valley seems welcoming the winters that has just hit.

Opening the eyes and the peace of azaan I felt,
It was more of what I never expect.

Soon the namaaz was over and the birds also started rushing to get the breakfast of caterpillars,
It was the scene from my window where kashmir was just to be stared as its the heaven already declared.

The heaven...