As I stand on the banks of the Lidder, I am transported to a world of serenity and tranquillity. The majestic mountains of Mattan, the gentle flow of the river, and the vibrant colors of the surrounding landscape all blend together to create a symphony of peace.

This spot, just in front of my home, my village Akura ,holds a special place in my heart. It's where my father spent countless hours, and where I've shared numerous moments with loved ones and strangers alike. The river has witnessed generations of laughter, tears, and stories, and I feel grateful to have been a part of its narrative.
As I gaze out at the river, I'm struck by the beauty of the stones, shining like diamonds in the bright sun. The scene is breathtaking in every season – whether it's the warmth of summer, the chill of winter, the vibrancy of spring, or the coziness of autumn.
Spending time here isn't about solitude; it's about being surrounded by friends – the chilled breeze, the music of the river, the dance of leaves, and the shield of the mountains. The cotton candy-like clouds, the turquoise sky, and the majestic bridge all come together to create an unforgettable experience.
As I walk along the riverbank, I'm treated to a kaleidoscope of scenes. Children laugh and play, holding hands with their grandparents. Cyclists ride by, their wheels humming against the stone path. Fishermen cast their nets, hoping to catch the day's meal. Workers extract stones, their labor a testament to the river's enduring presence. Birds flit about, their songs filling the air – the long-necked crane, the blue kingfisher, and many more.
Women wash clothes, their hands moving in rhythmic motion. Children enjoy the shower, their laughter echoing off the mountains. Men perform their ablutions, their faces serene. Couples stroll hand-in-hand, their love blossoming in the beauty of the river. Old friends meet, their conversations flowing like the river itself.
As I sit here, surrounded by the sights, sounds, and memories of the Lidder, I am filled with a sense of gratitude and wonder. This river has been my constant companion, my confidant, and my friend. Its banks have witnessed my joys and sorrows, my triumphs and failures.
As I look out at the river, I know that I am not alone. The Lidder's banks have been a sanctuary for countless others, each with their own stories, memories, and experiences. And as I sit here, surrounded by the beauty and tranquillity of the river, I am reminded that, no matter where life takes us, some places will always remain a part of us
The Lidder River, a lifeline for thousands, not only offers breathtaking beauty but also provides a source of livelihood. The river's natural resources, such as boulders and sand, have sustained communities for generations.
I vividly remember my childhood baths in the river, where I'd watch fishermen catch fish. Two iconic fish species, the Lidder Gaad and Guran, were abundant and prized catches.
Recently, I met three fishermen friends whom I asked about their livelihood. They turned grey and shared their concerns with me in Kashmiri. "Koorah, my dear," they said, "the water is slowly disappearing, and we're struggling to catch enough fish." They reminisced about a time when they'd fish for three to four villages, but now they barely catch enough for a single meal.my father said that they catched a lot of fish.
The decline of the river's water level and fish population is a stark reminder of the devastating impact of climate change on local ecosystems and livelihoods. The fishing community's struggles serve as a warning, highlighting the urgent need for sustainable practices and conservation efforts to protect the river's resources.
As I listened to the fishermen's stories, I realized that preserving the Lidder River's bounty is not just about saving a natural resource but also about protecting a way of life. The river's fate is intertwined with that of the communities that depend on it.
In 1992, a devastating flood swept through Kashmir, destroying the Akura bridge. The loss of this vital connection forced people to suffer, but it also strengthened their resolve. The bridge's reconstruction In 2003 brought new life to the area, offering breathtaking views of the Pahalgam mountains, Seer mountains, and the Lidder River.
As the seasons changed, the bridge became a symbol of hope and resilience. Its beauty was undeniable, with lush green mountains, crystal-clear water, and the joyful sounds of children jumping, diving, and swimming. The bridge seemed to heal the souls of all who crossed it.
Years passed, and another bridge was constructed, showcasing innovation and modernity. However, the psychological connection to the original bridge remained unbroken. The same beauty, the same sense of wonder, still captivated all who visited.
But fate had other plans. The 2014 flood swept away the river's path, leaving behind a trail of destruction. Climate change and rampant deforestation, driven by the demand for wood structures to withstand harsh winters, had taken their toll.
As I reflect on the past two decades, I am reminded of the importance of responsible governance and environmental stewardship. We must plant more trees, protect our natural resources, and preserve the beauty of Kashmir for future generations
The story of these bridges serves as a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between nature and human development. Let us strive to find a harmony that preserves the beauty and wonder of our world.
I sometimes wonder when I entered the second year of my third decade I witnessed both the beauty of nature and the depletion of that beauty too simultaneously. I fear what if bloom will turn into gloom

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