Woods are enchanting.They are partially the reason for my fixation with mountains. While reading Enid Blyton’s The Enchanted Wood in my childhood, I had convinced myself that woods were magical. And somehow they held more of a sway over me, it seemed to be more potent than the magic of the toys which used toContinue reading “A Chance Encounter In McLeod Ganj And The Musings Of A Wandering Mind”
Monthly Archives: July 2015
About Goodbyes And The Plight Of A Traveller
This is not about the goodbyes you bid to people as you hug and smile with the promise of meeting again. It is about those goodbyes which ring a bell of finality, of an end. Every time I visit a new place, I find myself taking an oath to return. Because I feel that IContinue reading “About Goodbyes And The Plight Of A Traveller”
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