Random thoughts ....

Some random thoughts 

to some random clicks .

Just sitting ,lazing 

Some rain on the windowpane ...
Some bright sunshine ...
Wondering ,wandering and pondering

Soaked and drenched in my thoughts .
Yep, I am in that kind off a mood .
Will be back soon with some clicks of mine .

Nostalgia just hit me ....

I generally like to spend my my summer holidays in the hills .The aim is to seek something ....something that I can't find in the bustling cities .
 One morning took a pullover for the slight nip in the air and laced my walking shoes . The forest was quiet ,except for the rustling of leaves on which I stepped .Walked down the slope not realizing that I was getting deeper into the forest .Huffed and puffed through the tangled bushes and trees  .The silence of the forest was broken by the gurgling sound of water and came across a clearing .And there it was a small stream descending from the rocks .
I sat there for hours watching the drops of water falling from the rock and of course the birds would stop by quench their thirst and bid adieu .Soon, I had to return . But even now as i write I hear the sound of water falling drop by drop .....not from the rocks but from my window .

Craving to get back to hills ....smell of the wild flowers,  whistles of the thrush at the break of dawn and the gurgling sound of the stream .

The hills were alive and welcoming ,but we headed in a totally different direction .Forts ,palaces and architectural marvels.... the pink city  .As we drove past through narrow lanes spotted the craftsmen doing block printing ,children running around , ladies peeping from the jarokhas  .From far I could spot honey colored fort rambling all over the rugged landscape .

Amer fort 

Dilapidated house en route to the fort .

A city of victory ,

myths and legends 

 of hilltop forts and glorious palaces .

A city of  bright burning colors

 and 

bargain filled bazars .

Will catch you guys later with some more pictures of the pink city .

The sun is setting ......

 Far away I see  the horizon and the sun  getting swallowed .Gradually the light fades . The day and night cycle continues once again .

''Within the circle of our lives we dance the circle of the years ,
the circles of seasons within the circle of the years ....
And then we turn aside ,alone ,out of the sunlight gone into the darker circles of return .''

I was just gazing at the sun which was very reluctantly setting ....and then as it sank it glowed a luminous red .

Joys of December ....

''Year's end is neither an end 

nor a beginning

but about going on 

it's all about being grateful 

and counting your blessings .....''

Ok ...I am getting back after a longish break and lots have happened  around me .
Seasons have changed, festivals came and went by .
 And as I am typing this post tucked in a quilt
totally enjoying the chill and a warm cuppa of masala chai...

Festivity is still in the air ....
Smell of hot orange cake ...
 Chrysanthum's in full bloom ...

These are the sweet days of the year ....

Reminiscing the monsoons ....

The dark black moody clouds have flown past. Thought the weather is still taking turns and cloudy skies  are painting  in hues of grey .

 The gentle cool breeze and intoxicating smell of moist earth ....

 Reminiscing the monsoons gone past .....

'' The rain began again .It fell  heavily ,easily with no meaning or intention with fulfilment of it's own nature , which was to fall and fall .''

 A flower can't grow without rain , 

Too much rain it parts and drowns .

Places I would like to visit ....

Kedareshwar cave ...in which there is a big Shivlinga  ,which is totally surrounded by water  .It is quite difficult to reach the Shivlinga as the water is icecold and waist deep .There are four pillars built around the Shivlinga  . N o one really knows  the history about the pillars ,but it is said that the pillars depict the four 'Yugas' of life -Satya Yuga , Tretha Yuga ,Dwapara Yuga and Kali Yuga . When aYuga comes to an end one of the pillar apparently breaks down .Three pillars have broken down and a local legend holds that when the fourth pillar breaks ,the world will come to an end....