Notes on stillness, nature, and the Kumaon way of life
As a tin roof hummed gently To foot taps of the monsoon cloud Outside I saw a littler me Dancing and frolicking about.
The Genesis.Dandelions Soft wings of a yesteryear’s breeze Brought seeds from a far off hill Just as a cloud passing by Threw life on a sun kissed field
Autumn is my favourite season here in the mountains. It has been so all my life, though I did always love the romance of the monsoons
The Monsoons have come and gone. Autumn, this year, has been shorter than usual. Cold winds are already here. The forests are abuzz with a new life force.