12.09.11
Was suffused with so much beauty, that the mind almost turned numb; The Western Ghats drenched in the Monsoon rains, was at her picturesque best. The misty scenes, the pitter pattering raindrops, the squelchy mud puddles, the vibrant greenery seemed to scream with sheer joy. The yearly pilgrimage I make to these places, during this particular season, is such a blessing, that it leaves me humbled and short of words, each time. It appears to me at times, that there is some stifled conspiracy, when nature calls in all her allies to churn up some magic, for the final unfurling of this exquisite panorama, presented with fierce pride, just for me!
Was suffused with so much beauty, that the mind almost turned numb; The Western Ghats drenched in the Monsoon rains, was at her picturesque best. The misty scenes, the pitter pattering raindrops, the squelchy mud puddles, the vibrant greenery seemed to scream with sheer joy. The yearly pilgrimage I make to these places, during this particular season, is such a blessing, that it leaves me humbled and short of words, each time. It appears to me at times, that there is some stifled conspiracy, when nature calls in all her allies to churn up some magic, for the final unfurling of this exquisite panorama, presented with fierce pride, just for me!
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Lucky you!!!
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