04/2019 | Lachung, Sikkim.
A small brook babbles next to this rustic wooden cottage.
It sounds like a symphony,
It’s pace gentle, yet steady.
A small kitchen garden in the backyard,
And a Rhododendron tree in full bloom,
Perhaps, standing by as a safeguard ?
As the cows moo,
The grandma in the neighborhood sew.
As the hilly myna sang,
The bells in the monastery rang.
I sit by this tiny window, freshly painted in white,
Facing towards the majestic mountains.,
Oh! What a wonderful sight.
I could sit here all day,
Sipping my cuppa souja,
Whisked with yak butter &
Fall into reverie until moonlight.