Far from the city life, there is a world within a world. A world so enchanting that whichever direction you look into, you get a glaze of mountains crowned with snow. There is this cold breeze that touches your cheeks and this beautiful vision that refreshes your tired mind. There ain’t any city homes, no. There are mud houses locking a paradise within. It’s that winters feel that you get when you are sipping on tea while you are covered in a blanket amongst a dozen snow-capped mountains, and right in front of you is a flowing river making that naturistic sound; a whole heaven.