Through the ages it has remained another name for paradise. A dream garden, painted a new each season never fading in its compelling beauty throughout the year. Spring comes in gentle pastel shades-pink, blue and white. And then summer. Slowly brightening hills and valleys. A profusion of sunny flowers. The deep mellow richness of red gold autumn turning the trees to fire. And then suddenly it is winter. Clean, white and hushed, coloured only by snow revellers on the world-famous ski slopes of Gulmarg. Different times of the year. But always beautiful. That's Kashmir.