After having spent about 2 hours at 
Chashme Shahi we had to return taking the same road via the Governor’s residence 
(Raj Bhawan). The second largest  Mughal garden known as Nishat Bagh was again 
located on the main road on the  Eastern bank of Dal Lake with the same Zabarwan 
mountain ranges as its backdrop. The waters flowing out of the garden has been 
made to slide down from about 15 feet high into a rectangular pool by the side 
of the road.
Once upon a time the waters straight away  fell into the lake but 
now there is the road in between. Nishat Bagh literally means a garden of joy or 
merriment which was got created by Asif Khan the brother of Noor Jehan (Mughal 
Empress) in the year 1633. It is rectangular in shape running some 1800 feet 
towards the mountains with a width of over 1100 feet.  The mountain slope has 12 
terraces, representing the Zodiacal signs. There is a mountain spring at the top 
which has been made to flow down through water channels built with polished 
stone. There are pools on every segment of the terrace with beautiful fountains. 
The entire length of the water channel also has fountains at regular intervals. 
There was a large crowd at the ticket 
counter and almost all of them were Indians. We too joined them and after 
getting our tickets we could gain entry. At the far end there were large Chinar 
and Cypress trees. Their number seems to have dwindled and instead a new variety 
of flowering trees have come up whith a lotus like large fragrant white flowers 
identified as “Magnolia Grandiflora”. They are known as “Him Champa” in 
Hindi.
The long water channel with pools and 
fountains and flower beds were really a feast to our eyes. Our group members 
were not very much inclined to explore all the terraces fully as it seemed that 
their earlier visit to Chasme Shahi was very much fulfilling. In fact the upper 
reaches are said to be much more beautiful. However, the group as a whole was 
not keen to invest more time here and wanted to move to other destinations. It 
was some thing like a kind of  dictatorship of the proletariat. The majority had 
the say. 
After having visited Nishat Bagh we 
were to visit Shalimar Gardens as per schedule but before we could take our 
seats in our vehicles the group members started shouting in unison. The question 
was what is going to be there except the same flora and fauna. Sensing 
disinclination to visit Shalimar Gardens, our driver said “well I shall take you 
to a place which is different and  not visited by any one except the locals”. It 
was again a garden, couple of decades old and not centuries. The location of 
Harwan garden was  beneath a dam.
By the time we reached there and came 
out of the vehicles, it was drizzling. We procured our entry tickets and got in. 
We realized after our entry that what the driver was suggesting was nevertheless 
true. There were no outsiders there excepting ourselves and it looked as if this 
garden is reserved for Kashmiris. Interestingly we could not come across any of 
the locals in the two gardens we visited earlier as if they have developed a 
kind of apathy for them. May be they needed seclusion but here we are clearly 
encroaching upon their territory. 
The garden has neat pathways with 
arched gates. There were climbing roses adoring the arches in full bloom and 
looked heavenly. The waters from the dam ran through a deep channel on one side 
passing through several  age old shady Chinar  trees. However the leaves 
resembled a Maple. The greenery all around captivated us. Several school 
children were on a visit that day. There were many girls sitting under a Chinar 
tree and singing together. Some Kashmiri families were also enjoying their 
picnic  lunch. 
It was drizzling but unmindful of our 
getting wet we climbed up the dam and could enjoy the beautiful view at the far 
end though it was a little foggy. The earthen slope of the dam also had a 
nursery of rose plants and some of them were also in bloom. Some school girls 
ventured to go inside to have a closer look at the flowers. We found that the 
girls were keen to have them photographed in their traditional attire. This 
facility was being provided by a photographer at the garden. 
Yes it was a different experience and 
we had the satisfaction of having visited a place which is not frequented by 
tourists.
We were hungry and it was time for 
lunch too. We moved on and got down in front of a restaurant on the banks of Dal 
Lake. Our garden visits thus came to an end.