Toward the end of a week in Kashmir, as we wound our way downhill from a hike, we paused behind hundreds of sheep crossing a bridge to get home. From the other side, half-a-dozen soldiers began squeezing past as they, too, tried to reach makeshift homes up in the hills. Picture dark, moustachioed men with rifles sidestepping fluffy balls of bleating and defecating mammals. It gives you just a taste of the enchanting, embattled feeling of this place.
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