Birds waking you up to a beautiful sky painted in coral, peach and rouge, My mother’s warm cuppa tea & a window 🪟 that could easily take a miss for a fine painting.. Oh! What a perfect companion to drive away all kinds of blues.. Heaven on earth, my home, my ether..my universe!
Tag: mountains
Amla’s (Mother’s) tales.🌾
Every morning, she wakes up before the rooster’s cock-a-doodle do. She quickly braids her long shiny black hair and slips into her old jaded kho. (a traditional dress worn by Sikkimese women). She then quietly walks into her old rustic kitchen and makes fire in a thaap. ( a wood fire stove made out of … Continue reading Amla’s (Mother’s) tales.🌾
She lingered in the blue, green hills & valleys, amidst the misty fogs and the warm sunshine. 🌲🏔🏡
As I enter into the green Himalayan woods, I am elated with joy and delight. I keep the windows down and close my eyes, Facing towards the chilly wind, For the fragrance of our beloved pines, is my most favorite. As we drive uphill through the endless curves, I can hear the sweet hilly birdies., … Continue reading She lingered in the blue, green hills & valleys, amidst the misty fogs and the warm sunshine. 🌲🏔🏡
The story behind every reviving cuppa… 🍃
Temi tea garden, South Sikkim. The tea-pluckers wakes up before the break of dawn, And heads off to the bright green luscious garden to lay their hands on. 🍃 Their task is to tweak, the finest silver tips. And if bumped into an average bud, They usually do skip. Sometimes under the scorching Himalayan sun, … Continue reading The story behind every reviving cuppa… 🍃
I will always belong to the mountains…🌲
Pelling, West Sikkim. Ravangla Buddha Park, South Sikkim. While I was growing up, never did I realize that someday I would be longing for the mountains... I once took for granted. It has watched me grow from a tiny toddler to a shy little girl, From my adolescence years to being a woman. And this … Continue reading I will always belong to the mountains…🌲
Brief notes from the Hills |Days of wonder💭
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. … Continue reading Brief notes from the Hills |Days of wonder💭
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