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August.
The air is perfumed with wild and magnificent blooms between ranges of hills and mountains, where love comes and dallies. Who would you like to spend your time walking through those valleys?
I found myself musing over the question with a large cup of coffee on the side. I loved this resort room, it had a snug study nook with a queen armchair beside a huge glass window, oh what a suitable place to sit and ponder, while my senses absorbed the misty air from the ongoing drizzle.
I would love to drive here by myself again during the rainy season, because it is lovely when it rains, it creates little springs from the small hills. The hills show their evergreen personality and plays hide and seek with the billowing clouds, while I gawk at them, smiling from ear to ear; I have let my worries go with each breathe of the perfumed air, intoxicated by the magnificent neon red blooms of the palash flower.
I would love to walk the unkept hidden path stretched surrounding the lake again, which sits on the foothills of a rolling hill. I was not the sole admirer of the lake, a nightingale dipped and dived, mingling with the gentle ripples, searching the lake for tiny fish, weed or maybe snail. I clicked a shot of the same, a memory and a photo to be remembered, a testament to the beauty that surrounded me.
Beyond the lake a narrow zig zag trail climbed it’s way on the hillside disappearing to its top, I can only imagine with all the tall trees and the wild bushes my vision is restricted, it exuded a serenity and secrecy as if it called for exploration.
I would love my own company amongst these forests again, where the sun and the shadow play, while the breeze sings a mysterious song or maybe carrying the chatter from the leaves. Here, amidst the symphony of nature's song, my soul found solace, and my eyes found nourishment in the boundless beauty that surrounded me.
© Chandreyee K.
I found myself musing over the question with a large cup of coffee on the side. I loved this resort room, it had a snug study nook with a queen armchair beside a huge glass window, oh what a suitable place to sit and ponder, while my senses absorbed the misty air from the ongoing drizzle.
I would love to drive here by myself again during the rainy season, because it is lovely when it rains, it creates little springs from the small hills. The hills show their evergreen personality and plays hide and seek with the billowing clouds, while I gawk at them, smiling from ear to ear; I have let my worries go with each breathe of the perfumed air, intoxicated by the magnificent neon red blooms of the palash flower.
I would love to walk the unkept hidden path stretched surrounding the lake again, which sits on the foothills of a rolling hill. I was not the sole admirer of the lake, a nightingale dipped and dived, mingling with the gentle ripples, searching the lake for tiny fish, weed or maybe snail. I clicked a shot of the same, a memory and a photo to be remembered, a testament to the beauty that surrounded me.
Beyond the lake a narrow zig zag trail climbed it’s way on the hillside disappearing to its top, I can only imagine with all the tall trees and the wild bushes my vision is restricted, it exuded a serenity and secrecy as if it called for exploration.
I would love my own company amongst these forests again, where the sun and the shadow play, while the breeze sings a mysterious song or maybe carrying the chatter from the leaves. Here, amidst the symphony of nature's song, my soul found solace, and my eyes found nourishment in the boundless beauty that surrounded me.
© Chandreyee K.
