The road to Sinthan Top isn’t just a journey—it’s a slow, winding climb into silence, snow, and sky. Sitting high up in the Pir Panjal range, between South Kashmir and Kishtwar, Sinthan isn’t just a pass—it’s a feeling. One that stays with you long after the altitude wears off.

As I drove up through dense pine forests and sharp curves, the air kept getting thinner, cleaner, and colder. And then, just like that, the trees stopped, the land opened, and I found myself above the clouds.

At 12,000 feet, Sinthan Top feels like the roof of Kashmir. Snow clings to the peaks year-round, and on clear days, you can see the horizon stretch endlessly, as if the world itself paused to admire the view.

What struck me most wasn’t just the beauty—it was the stillness. No cities, no signal, no noise. Just the whisper of the wind and the occasional call of a bird. I saw families building snowmen, bikers catching their breath, and locals selling tea with the kind of smile that says, “You’ve made it.”

I sipped on a cup of hot Kahwa, sitting on a rock with the sun warming my face and snow beneath my feet, and thought—this is what freedom feels like.

Sinthan Top doesn’t ask for much. Just your time, your awe, and a little bit of courage to reach it. But in return, it gives you a piece of sky.