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

Autumn notes from the desert. πŸ“ πŸͺ Dubai.

This year I am going to miss the enchanting fall in New York…, and in Japan. 🍁I won’t be able to wear my warm knits 🧢 and cozy woven mufflers of mustard and teal either!🧣🧀And as I walk through the park with a warm cuppa cinnamon latte, I won’t be able to hear the crunching … Continue reading Autumn notes from the desert. πŸ“ πŸͺ Dubai.