It Rained in Jeolikot..Enjoy the rains with me !

It rained incessantly when we were at jeolikot.
You should see it when it rains...

I was looking at the mountains when it started to rain.

We got wet and the wetness transpired a new joy into us

It rained on the red roofs,through the ivy covered walls of the "Cottage" where we were staying

The pitter patter through the roofs was indeed sounding nice but scary

Lights went on and off ,but there awaited a candle light dinner

The mornings after the rains were cool and chilly

The flowers drooped due to the heavy rains

Some of them had rain drops all over

Some of them dropped petals and leaves all around

Seemed as though a mystery surrounded the rains in Jeolikot

For the love of Bougainvilleas...

Sweet Bougainvilleas,sing your song

It was raining and the sound of wetness,fallen bloom and feet posed near them,the sweet bougainvilleas

Bougainvilleas reminds me the creche i went to ,its roofs were covered with them.,

The fragrance of the papery blooms are the most appealing,have anybody smelt them?

Most appealing when trained on to the walls,on to the roofs and the trellis,

Simple balconies with brightly coloured bougainvilleas always attracted me.,

The cascades of hot pink takes my breath away each time i see them,

Let the rain fall,let nature sing,let the bougainvillea blooms fall,let them spread the world of fragrance...

Bougainvillea, sing your song

For my lover,for my love i need ,Yeah

Sweet Bougainvillea

Let her wear your flowers in her hair

You will always be

Always be our love song(Allman Brothers Band)

A trip to the hills...

Winding paths , fresh mountain air and fragrance of the Deodars infused with the greens

A weekend trip to jeolikot. Just seventeen km before Nainital,a honey mooning paradise.A popular explosion of joy and happiness when we think of hills.It was fun,a trip to refresh the mind,body and soul

We usually go to the hills,when we feel like...We are actually quite familiar with the biological clock ticking inside us and telling us that we need a break.Away from the routine,a few days,left to us...

We saw the valleys celebrate the rains in joy and we saw the lush green preening ,adorning it all.We sat in silence and stared.

The silence in the hills is warm ,comforting and palpable.

The silence keeps a million secrets,hides many stories and tales ,tucks them away in the many layers,trails and paths that make the hills.It is this silence that makes you breathe, lets you forget and compels you to smile.It makes you wonder, makes you step out of a cosy tent and huddle around a bonfire to hear whispers of unfinished, ever evolving stories.It makes you notice the trees with lush fruits.Local farmers selling guavas and fresh radishes.

The winding hills,small shops selling fruits,shops selling fruitwines,squash,jams,marmalades,fruit chutneys and the mist in the air.We stayed at the "The Cottage"(more in celebrations decor)

"The Cottage "was a place to rejuvenate,read and relax,drink truckloads of chai and do absolutely nothing.It was the silence that made us nibble on almost ripe pears and apples, in the golden hue of candle light, and think of nothing but the twinkling of many, many stars strewn across the utterly dark skies.

Cups of chai and more chaiA winding uphill pathGlistening in rains,celebrating in joyWe sat in silence and stared at the mountains
A Bougainvillea way to be truly admired,on the way to Naukuchiyatal,30 km from jeolikot

Fresh Green guavas on tinstands on the way

Sparkling violets and greens

Pretty pinks or violet

Direct from the farm,to be washed