North Indian plains are on burnout mode. The peak summer has overstayed and currently feels like an unwelcome guest who refuses to leave. Yes, the guest who raids your fridge and leaves empty bottles in the rack for you to find just at that very moment you want a chilled glass of freshness down your... Continue Reading →
A Handful of Mountains
A Handful of Mountainsliving in my eyes,snowcapped peaksor conifers echoing of blue magpies.Wind rustles secrets into the Deodar's grove,pinecones playing along the hilly road.A walk down the jungle pathor a lazy afternoon after दाल-भात!Bring me back to the mountain lifeA window overlooking the valley,A door opening to a hilly ride.-Vibha
Through The Coloured Glass 