Huffing and panting, I perched myself on the wooden bench under the maple tree, now leafless and apparently lifeless, that stood right in the center of the vast garden. Thankfully the new-year-fitness-resolution-crowd has thinned and the park was now dotted sparsely with regulars as January was about to say Read more…
Joyce Kilmer thought that every tree is a poem* penned by Almighty. Other day a thought, on similar lines, occurred to me while walking down a lane in the neighbourhood. “Every tree has a story” These stories are out in open for the ones who wish to read. Probably it Read more…
Affluent hill station down south, lush greenery, breath-taking verdant rolling hills, mist cloaked hill tops, winding roads where sun-rays play tag with the dusty roads below; vast carpets of viridescent paddy fields, aromas of coffee and spices… that’s Coorg. The natural beauty at its best. A ‘just in time’ plan Read more…
Chromatic Discoveries And our tour began, on its scheduled date, without any more hiccups. It was the first day of our tour. We landed at Srinagar airport. Stepping out of the plane, we were greeted with mildly cold, pleasant gush of wind. It brought along the moist smell of the alpines. Read more…