Love

They say,all say Love is for all season.Enjoy to love and be loved.See how we found love in the hills of Muktheswar.

As we went higher and higher in the Kumaon region,we were excited.Near by our  hotel where we stayed,as went on an evening walk,we saw a board saying "Madhuban".Come and enjoy the sunsets,enjoy the herbal tea said the board.A man ,the owner  himself was standing and invited us.He took us high up in his hills,his farms,showed us the peach and pear blossoms,his potato plant and herbs ,which were dried and sold as herbal tea powder.Even we ordered for our herbal tea and herbal pakoras.As we went higher and then  we found love,we found the love of light ,the evening light,the light love of the  breeze and the love of mountains and the true love..yes,they were miracles in our life..

Life is made of miracles..the poignant moments of joy,from simple everyday lifes. Miracles happen everyday..they can be higher up in the mountains to valleys to the plains and all across the world.
Live your life and love your life!

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” 

― Albert Einstein

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Kumaon Hills..The Breath taking beauty

Kumaon hill.s are the most beautiful among hills:)-atleast i feel so..there's something about the fragrance of the wind,the wild flowers,the strawberries,its everlasting beauty,shimmering lakes, and the   inherent heritage.

For us Kumaon was the chill, strawberries,the innumerble chais we had,the road side dhabas,the maggi ,the amazing flowers,the hills,the winding roads,sunsets,winter shawls and all about the umpteen number of images that got captured on my camera

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It Rained in Shekhawati

Yes,its raining here..
As i sit here,the small windows of the apartment open..

looking down to the greenery,the park thats flooded with water..
Some frames of a rainy day in the magical city of Shekhawti..
Everybody might not believe it,but it rained wherever we went:)-

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Evenings at Pushkar

It looks like it was yesterday,that we were in Pushkar.

Rememberance of the cold evenings out there ,the rythmic beating of the drums as the sun sets ..

The soothing folklore from the ektaras.

The golden glow on the white washed ghats.

 People seated on the steps,waiting patiently for the Sun God to set.

Numerous frames and views captured

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