Skardu lies wide and quiet beneath me… a valley of stories carved by wind and time. Up here at the ancient Kharpocho Fort, an old man sits at the gate — a silent witness to generations passing by. The mountains around him have seen wars, seasons, and countless travelers, yet nothing has shaken their grace. From this height, the whole city feels like a painting… still, peaceful, timeless. Some places don’t just show you a view — they make you feel history breathing around you. And Skardu is one o