Saturday, August 19, 2006

REMEMBERING THE HILLS

Things I loved about Dehradun & Mussoorie, heavens on earth where I ve lived a sizeable chunk of my life

Massive trees like guardians watching over me

Winds playing their sweet music with the leaves

If silence is golden, then I was a rich man those days

Vast open expanses, where the sky was in full unintruded view. We had no secrets from each other

The song of the birds, and not the noise of traffic

The playful squirrels, who enthralled me for hours together

The impenetrable mist, which gave me my space, and a secret space to cry in


I miss the natural surroundings, the clean air, the picturesque panoramas.

When will I see you again?

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