Valley of Flowers, Travellers and Pilgrims

Valley of Flowers, Travellers and Pilgrims

Valley of Flowers – if you haven’t taken a look at the hyperlink, I’ll state the obvious, it is a valley of, guess what? Flowers!

But these aren’t just any flowers. At least not the ones you can order online for your mom’s birthday. They are flowers which are a part of the sacred Himalayan alpine vegetation. Continue reading Valley of Flowers, Travellers and Pilgrims

SlowRover Snapshots #12

SlowRover Snapshots #12

SR Snapshots #12: Backpacking in Nepal is a serendipity in itself. I met this little guy during a backpacking expedition in Pokhara.
“Do you know what I am doing bhaiya? I am trying to break the hula-hoop world record!” Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #12

SlowRover Snapshots #10

SlowRover Snapshots #10

While exploring the Hemis monastery, I ran into this young man. Instantly, my hands whipped out my camera, thinking about how good his red robes would look against the white. But he shook his face in anger and turned away. But as I stowed away my camera, he beckoned. He simply took the chocolate I held in my other hand and asked me to proceed with the photo.

So, by renouncing a bar of chocolate I managed to click this image. Continue reading SlowRover Snapshots #10

Petrichor- The Smell of Childhood

I don’t remember my childhood.

Nothing except the smell of the monsoon rains, right before they lashed onto the verandah. Me, the solitary crawler, both enchanted and perplexed by a sudden downpour, would rush indoors to the safety of my mother’s lap. Such memories are vague, rather loosely etched on my mind. But the smell of the rains, the Petrichor, is something I can never forget.

I suspect that the ravishingly beautiful Petrichor is hard-coded deep into the minds of every human being. It is passed onto an individual through an infinite chain of forefathers. Or maybe it is simply a gift from heaven. After all that’s where the rains come from!

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Rains-Monsoon in India

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