She lingered in the blue, green hills & valleys, amidst the misty fogs and the warm sunshine. πŸŒ²πŸ”πŸ‘

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. πŸŒ²πŸ”πŸ‘

The story behind every reviving cuppa… πŸƒ

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. πŸƒ 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… πŸƒ

Brief notes from the Hills |Days of wonderπŸ’­

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 wonderπŸ’­