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घरौंदा ...🏡

गर्मी के मौसम में जहां पंखे की हवा में गहरी नींद आती हो

जिसे बिखरा देखके, सिमटाने की चाह दिनभर की थक़ान उतार देती हो

जिसे सजाने के लिए ऐसे फूलों की तलाश हो जिनकी ख़ुशबू दिल में उतर जाती हो

जहां कारवाँ में बजते पुराने हिंदी गाने चाय की प्याली के साथ सुने जाते हों

उस जगह को कैसे मकान या घर का नाम दूँ "वो तो सिर्फ़ मेरा एहसास ही हो सकता है"

जिसकी दीवारों के रंग चुनते समय ये पता चला की सफ़ेद रंग के भी कितने पहलू होते हैं

जिसकी हर ईंठ हर दीवार से दिल के तार जुड़ते हों

जहां सुबह की भीनी भीनी रौशनी को देख मन बावरा सा हो जाता हो

जहां मिट्टी से भरे पैरों के निशान साफ़ करने मैं भागी चली आती हूँ

उस जगह को कैसे मकान या घर का नाम दूँ "वो तो सिर्फ़ मेरा एहसास ही हो सकता है"

~ प्रियंका सेठी, 5.4.2022

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#selfie

The very moment I open the Instagram feeds, its flooded with a trillion plus one  selfies. One look at those exquisite features, chiseled lips, heavenly eyes and pretty smiles, I am left wondering that how do girls manage to look so fascinating  with the camera that close to the face ...

Whenever I want to be clicked, be it on a holiday or any random day, the foremost instruction I hand out to the cameraman is to click from a “DISTANCE” Guess it makes me look relatively  thin in a wide angle view.

But this is the SELFIE-AGE !!

So I decide to click incredible selfies like all my friends and siblings but end up resembling a big potato in all the snaps !!!                                                        

A big spread out face, evidently swollen most of the time, with the exaggerated facial flaws ...made me get rid of those selfies promptly...

Nonetheless, after months and days of trials, I am glad to have got 6-7 selfies right, which is immediately posted to Facebook, Instagram and Watsapp. After all when you get it right so rarely, it has to be up for some appreciation :):):)

I am also the owner of a selfie stick which rests in the interiors of my cupboard and never manages to come out. It was purchased with he intention to eventually get them right by clicking from a distance, however it has not been used more than twice.

Genuinely I thought of putting up the failed selfies in this post, but in the time so “DESPERATE SOCIAL MEDIA ACCEPTANCE”, how could I get myself cast aside so ruthlessly.

So if you are one of them who too fails miserably at this, do not feel blue...because a lot of us are in this together !

Cheers !!

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To an unparalleled lifetime experience !!! (Bloukrans Bungee at 216 meters-South Africa)

 After my near **suicide attempt** bungee jump, I read the signboard        “FEAR IS TEMPORARY, REGRET IS PERMANENT” and I knew that this will be something I am going to stay proud of my whole life !

The preparations for our (me and  Husband) bungee jump from the world’s highest bridge at Bloukrans started months in advance. Poor me was reading every blog, article and post about it. True to my nature, I had even started pestering  the FACE ADRENALIN team via Facebook regarding queries on the actual jump etc etc. As the trip was a week away, I was getting nightmares of the jump.

Eventually the jump date was staring into my face and each cell of my body was petrified to death.

The Bloukrans bridge is the world’s highest bridge, located in Tsitsikamma National Park of South Africa, at a height of 216 meters. It is a world famous tourist attraction spot and FACE ADRENALIN has a fatality free record of carrying out Bungee Jumping for the past 25 years.

Mr. Husband is “”thee adrenaline junkie”” and doing this jump was on top of our bucket list since long ago....

OK lets do it now !!!

Step 1- We walk up to the jump point on the bridge through a caged walkway as high as the bridge .....’‘‘which by the way was infinitely more scarier than the jump itself” even if you try to not look down at the mountain valleys and river right below your feet....

I was walking like a robot on the walkway...measuring each step before lifting it...

That was when my inner voice shouted “what the hell did you think before putting your head in this piece of shit” and Mr. Husband was busy clicking my zombie face photographs....

Step 2- Scheduled to jump at 2nd number in a group of 10 people. View from this bridge was captivating and there was a DJ playing loud music to make the jumpers calm and relaxed. The place looked like a happening party place !!

Step 3- My feet were tied together with the harness and all my belts were tightened except my hands which were left free to cry for help

Step 4- 2 men hopped me to the edge of the bridge and instructed me to dive off 216 meters down.

Step 5- The brain starts giving signals “SAVE THYSELF.......Its SUICIDE “

Step 6- The 2 men tell me to not think much and just jump else I would only make it all the more difficult for myself. Timidly I ask him Will I die? and he responds confidently No, You will not die...One last look at Mr. Husband and I just know I’ve to conquer this...

Step 7-         -----3----2----1-----and I dive off

The minutes spent free falling in the air till I was brought back up were like frightening years...where I am hanging upside down, swinging back and forth like a pendulum between the mountains and trees and above the gushing river and rocks...In a few seconds the swinging stops and I am hanging all alone upside down in the middle of nowhere. I have never heard my own voice more clearly than I heard it at that moment.

It was strange because I was talking to myself weighing the chances of surviving this jump or making it straight to heaven/hell.....

Although at that time I hated it, thinking of it today, sitting in my comfortable couch, i  laugh at how silly I was and also how thankful I am to be alive today...

IT WAS PURE ADRENALINE RUSH I FACED IN THE CRAZIEST FORM.........

Step 8 - And then this guy comes hanging from his chord, to take me back to the same place i jumped from...

I was ecstatic and overwhelmed to the brim. He attached my harness chord to his and started taking me up while bringing my head up and feet down. He was happiness personified.

I changed from a yellow shade of fear to a fairer shade of pink blushing cheeks......

When I reached up and all my fellow group members hooted for me. It was the highest feeling experienced ever coz never in my life I have done anything that could count even closer to THISSS !!

Well after me, Mr. Husband jumped and I, the experienced jumper, felt super proud and relaxed to see him go down and put up a good show!!!

It is the best memory of my life.. and we also got certificates for doing this bungee..:):)

There is an option to purchase the video and photographs of your bungee jump. Do not miss doing that !!!

I recommend any person visiting South Africa to definitely try the world’s highest bungee jump. I can assure this that the entire jump was very smooth and did not cause any kind of injury.People who have already done it, please do share your experiences in the comments....

You may see the video here and as it is pretty evident how this jump has scared the living daylights out of me, I still love it for making me so proud of myself...#patmyback :):)

P.S- while hanging upside down I sensed my feet freeing from the bungee chord. I did panic a little at that time, but was later told that every jumper senses something like this during his/her jump..Hence just enjoy it because you will love remembering every moment of it all your life!!!

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And then i realized- adventures are the best way to learn !!!

Story - Rishikesh Rafters No. 73

Characters - vivi aka hubby,

                    ponka aka me,

                    chint,

                    shrii.

                    mehakku

Having been once to Rishikesh and experienced rafting, I just did not feel the urge to go through that near death experience once again….But remembering my ““ONE DAY I SHALL CAMP IN RISHIKESH”“, I heroically gave in to the idea and we 5 planned a short vacation to this place. OK so out of 5 visitors, 3 of us are #bff’s from longgg time back and our respective husbands accompanied us.

The journey started at 4:30AM on SATURDAY morning when Delhi was not too cold, but as we approached Meerut, it started raining and the journey was henceforth a cold one with the plane terrain giving way to a hilly one...We  needed a  chaay at every short interval to combat the cold **wink wink**

However our eatery bag consisting of bare essentials like green and blue lays, bubbly dairy milk chocolates, coke, sprite, beer, vodka, haldirams bhujia and other munchies, which got half empty by the time we reached our destination.

AND then I was in for a big shock looking at the place and bed where we would be spending our night and rest of the day...The tents were damp, dilapidated, dark, dirty, gloomy and mood spoilers..and poor ponka-aka-me was hit left and right by my other 4 co-tour mates, whom I had convinced for camping giving examples from the scenes of movie AISHA starring Sonam Kapoor, where they live in pretty girlie unreal fairytale tents !!!!

I WAS IN TROUBLE NOW !!

All of us had just a folding bed covered by ply to our credit, with a filthy quilt eaten by rats at different points...The space in the tent for a giant like me was enough to just spread both my hands and touch the walls of this tent.......

Recalling my memories from the last holiday at the Orange County resorts in Coorg, where I was the proud resident of a suite with a private pool and lily pond in it, I was gaping at these sloppy beds and unhygienic bathrooms shared by about 30 people at site, located miles away from the rooms :( It was a complete turnover and  I was not at all ready to stay there. The feeling of downright revulsion took over me...Now since there was not much source of entertainment except volleyball and basketball that was deserted due to the incessant rains we decided to head to the GANGES adjacent to our camp and take a plunge in the icy snow melted waters of the  river. Initial feel of the water sent chilling shudders down my spine but we continued on.....10 minutes later we 3 were in the chilling waters below, with showers pouring above, laughing at our own lame jokes and giggling away while posing in the most awkward manner for photographs....

I ALWAYS HEARD THAT ANYTHING CAN CHANGE AT ANY MOMENT, SUDDENLY AND FOREVER !!! This was my moment when the bare place begun to click for me !! 

Now this trip was unexpectedly turning out to be one where we would need painkillers for jaw ache due to uninterrupted laughter !! We just changed to our dirtiest clothes and revisited the frozen river  5 times in 2 hours.The cycle of getting wet and then again drying up in the wind, somehow stopped bothering us and we experienced pure enjoyment in those moments..

As it got dark, it was jointly decided to reopen our eatery bag placed at the center of the tent like a table, with each one of us sipping our vodka and rum. This was topped by endless talks, gossip sessions, mimicry, chuckles and sheer thrill and screams over lighting up of a small dim bulb-available to us only from 7PM till 11PM. Subsequently our body was warm with alcohol and we all collapsed in the single tent haphazardly leaving our other tents vacant....

Day 2 brought ample sunshine after a tiring day ...which clearly explains how comfortable we slept the night before...credits to the vodka and rum !!!

It was rafting time and all of us were geared towards the main attraction of our trip whereas In heart of hearts I was petrified of going into the raft and praying for it to rain  or get aborted somehow , however we were destined to raft !!....Just before entering the raft mutually we agreed upon the slogans like

““row row row your boat”““and “”BHAI-BHAI”” at the start of a rapid

but the minute I was was in the raft, my body went numb and cold..All slogans went into the water and I was reduced to merely being a jittery chunk of 2 hands gone numb, 2 dead legs,  2 blank eyes and 1 tongue that came out !!!

BUTTTTTTT the moment this raft went into its second rapid.. a cocktail of extreme adrenaline rush, trepidation, fear of drowning...took over me !!! It was unbelievable fun being with your friends in that deadly raft in the middle of a rapid...

EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME !!!

However the biggest and fiercest rapid (of difficulty grade 3) namely Golf Course, unbalanced our petite raft with my friend  falling over hubby and consequently hubby landing out of the raft amidst the rapid !! My throat dried up till he was rescued back to the raft ! So now all bumps experienced led me to hold my oar (चप्पु), the rope of the raft for safety and hubby’s tee shirt to not let him go rolling in the water again ...

The coach was a fun man and we shouted to his weird slogans like

‘CHIRIMIRI CHIRIMIRI DHOOM DHADAKA HOO HAA HOO HAA’ with both hands and oars up in the sky !!

Now I reflect upon those memories, all the discomfort we faced seems to have vanished and only what remains is the flashback of a helluva roller coaster shabby frozen giggly trip !!!

“ Truly adventures happen when you’re outside your comfort zone.."

The Ganga river gives rise to 13 adventure-packed white water rapids. This was a 17 km stretch from Shivpuri to Lakshman Jhula in the Ganges, Rishikesh, which took us through vivid rapids  ranging in difficulty levels from Grade 1 till Grade 4....

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Sometimes we just need to switch off..in order to be turned on by life again

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~ BITTER but TRUE ~

 .............FAME IS MOMENTARY...................

Recently I was watching the movie Calendar Girls !! Howmuchever i felt the acting of all the 5 lead protagonists was awful, still there was this thing about the movie which made it likeable and watchable- perhaps it was the DARK REALITY’ portrayed !!!

Fame is a momentary concept is explained perfectly in this movie...Though the same was true for movies like Fashion and Heroine but somehow Calendar Girls shows this perfectly wherein their popularity lasts for exactly 365 days...or maybe less...

Recognition and acclaim takes you to a platform from where zillion avenues originate....each path can be viewed differently by an individual depending upon his/her choices, life’s journey, trials& tribulations faced etc.

The world cannot be categorized in ABSOLUTES  becoz nothing is BLACK OR WHITE....It is all GREY !!!

The  movie focuses on the  course taken up by each one of them after reaching the pinnacle of success !! Some of them end up hitting rock bottom whereas some reach new heights from their onwards....It’s all a game of priorities. One may not always get the chance to follow one’s heart in all situations...but identification of priorities is a must...

I thought about the movie for quite a few days...Choices of some girls seemed wrong at the first instance, however when I was thinking about it deeply, I realized that how can we judge something for another person?

A person’s choices are a sketch of his/her experiences and nobody has a right to judge another person !!

“CALENDAR GIRLS showcases that life is all about the choices that one makes, which can either make or break a person but even then does not give anybody else the right to judge those choices !!”

Madhur Bhandarkar movies have always exposed the bitter reality behind the pretty picture ...which makes you see a new perspective behind the scenario dealt with...

My most favorite Madhur Bhandarkar works are Corporate and Fashion !!

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रुके बिना मुस्कुराता चल !!!!!!

कभी कभी ज़िन्दगी में ऐसे भी  दिन होते  है जब बहुत अकेला महसूस होता है… दिल करता है किसी दोस्त से बातें करू लेकिन जिनको अपने सबसे करीब समझा था वो ही सब दूर हो गए होते हैं.......

So many friends, in our lifetime claim to stand by our side come what may....However, over all these years, I have come to understand how detrimental it can be to trust those people..This was explained to me from time to time by my parents but how easy life would be if we understood it without being knocked down at least once.....

The mind is bursting with negativity and there is a desperate urge to to open up the heart in front of close friends...But they are lost in some other world, completely oblivious to what is happening around in this world....

Guess that is the meaning of ....

                    सच्ची दोस्ती

That’s life.... when you learn to accept that no one is closer to you than your own self... No friend, no sibling, no family..can feel your thoughts... Then why burden them UN-necessarily....

It is no one’s fault...The pace of life has increased and to keep up with the pace, each one is running helter skelter including me.....

Step by step I am trying to reach a point where I most enjoy my own company and can be my only best friend, in the most adverse situations....

   photo source - pinterest.com

                  The experienced white heads often say 

A significant milestone in life is achieved when you   learn to be your own best friend.....

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My pals....My books !!!!

Back then dad was posted to a small town in Himachal Pradesh called CHAMBA... Mom and me spent our 2 month summer vacations out there....

By virtue of being a convent school student and daughter of a convent teacher, I was compulsed to be an avid reader.......

How i hated reading books and never got the hang of the fact that how a normal sane person could read soooooo many pages without dozing off !!!

But thanks to my English teacher who also happened to be my mom’s close friend, their mission  was to “improve my english”

I was grossly underestimated as my english conversation skills were considered low....:’( :’(

So what if i barely managed to save myself from the fine imposed in our school on being caught talking in Hindi....still  I could easily ask the canteen guy for a bread pakora or samosa or aloo patty in english or take my class teacher’s permission “to go to the toilet” ;) ;)

Well my mother’s opinions differed and she believed that her daughter should be capable of making small and big talk confidently in public.

I STRONGLY DISAGREED !!

But who cares what the kiddo wants.. Mom’s are the bosses !!!

Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

There mom goes to purchase an Enid Blyton The Five Find Outers ‘ The Mystery of the Hidden House’ [{(as suggested by my english teacher)}]

Me....the poor kid was forced to read the book everyday for 2 hours and forego playing and goofing around in that so called precious time !!!

Yet i read it in the most innovative way .....................

---------> MOM READ EACH LINE IN ENGLISH AND EXPLAINED THE MEANING TO ME IN HINDI ------> TO IMPROVE MY ENGLISH SKILLS !!!!!

Lolzzzz really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;) ;)

Eventually i completed the 100 page novel in 2 months time and felt proud to have read my first novel {** basically heard my first novel**}

While i recall that transition phase fondly, it appears totally hazy to me coz i don’t know from when and from where I began to love reading books....

No I am not a 24 x 7 avid reader who eats sleeps and breathes books, but I surely have developed a bond with them. Once I am on it, they have my complete attention in some way or the other....

When i was married off, my essentials also contained the small collection of novels that i tagged along with me to my new home....

One fine day I will surely manage to create  a small lively space amongst hubby’s enormous population of medical books !!! **thinks thinks thinks** and make sure they get a well deserved place for themselves.............

How can these purely non living objects assorted into a novel give the feel of a living person next to you..narrating the story itself ??

TILL DATE I HAVE NOT FOUND A BETTER FRIEND THAN AN INTERESTING BOOK AND A CUP OF HOT TEA TOGETHER...............!!!!!

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RANGEEN !!!!!

Colours bring life to a day....or should i say, they bring life to life itself....All around us, everywhere..red, blue, green, yellow, orange, neons.....

colours of the rainbow

colours of Punjabi mojris

colours of Kashmiri rugs

colours of Gujarati cushion covers

colours of cheerful flowers

 One look at these colours...and the moment brightens up....

I don’t know if you have ever come to realize that the westernized look lacks ample colours...whereas the Indian look is bursting with them...Ummmm probably its a nationality bias or the truth..but i equate my friend Fattu’s philosophy of “ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL” with a dash of Indian-ness !!!

Well I got this colorful embroidery and mirror work jacket made with a kurta....and while selecting the fabric for this,

my eyes popped out looking at the variety of colours in the shelf....

Don’t believe me ??

Have a look at this phone cover ## bubblegum explosion it is ##..                     its a byproduct of dailyobjects.com and it came under the collection of

“I Love Hue”- Add a little colour to your life

The vibrancy of these back cases was enough to get me out of my boring seat and quickly place an order from this collection...:) :) :) :)

LIFE IS ABOUT USING THE WHOLE BOX OF CRAYONS !!

Brands like

CHUMBAK

INDIA CIRCUS

HAPPILY UNMARRIED

have taken a leap forward by splashing colours into our monochrome lives by way of small entities like card holders, laptop bags and sleeves, writing pads, pen holders, doormats, cushion covers, bags, wallets, coffee mugs, spectacle cases and so many more things.....

Colours make my life and may all of you sparkle through life with zest and colours !!!!!!!!

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When Chai met Pakora !!!

Stealing a small minuscule part from my Mukteshwar diaries....

I was in Mukteshwar recently for a short holiday. People often mistook it for Garh mukteshwar..Just wanted to clear that its an isolated hill station in Uttarakhand..some 8000 feet above sea level..The beauty of this place caught me off guard. Icing on the cake was the rainfall just prior to our visit..which made the place look surreal with lush greenery, foggy evenings and cloudy mornings....

On one such day we headed to Madhuvan ( a small open place on the mountain cliff) famous for serving organic pakoras and out of the world masala chai !!!!

Hubby and me were quite skeptical about these healthy sounding ORGANIC PAKORAS....

Our policy clearly states:  Eating and drinking everything utterly butterly unhealthy and “top of the junk food category” foods on any holiday..:):):):)

These organic pakoras kind of challenged our policy, to which I responded with a sudden clear firm NOOO !!

But hubby, even not being a big pakora-chai fan like me, gave in to the super cute convincing old uncle’s insistence to try them once.

Greenish yellow pakoras arrived with 2 cups of tea and hubby begins to taste them, while I am sitting calmly with the camera trying to capture the clouds-fog-mountains-sunset-greenery.. all in one frame...when he announces with a grin......

OHHH MAN !! They are freaking yumm !!

Reluctantly I tasted them to realize they were far from amazingerrr (pardon me if any such word does not exist in the English dictionary !) than our Delhi ke pyaaz-aaloo-mirch etc. pakoras....

Crispy crunchy and delicious  @@@ dissolving in the mouth pakoras...with a kadak style chai........

The 2 cups of chai met a new breed of pakoras, both in unison making a perfect couple...............xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

The not so ideal combination of kadak thela style masala chai met the healthy green organic pakoras to become the perfect inseparable duo for me..........**nasty grin** :):):):):):)

They were my new friends for every evening till i was breathing the Mukteshwar air.....

LYING DOWN IN A HAMMOCK, WITH THE COUPLE COMBO OF CHAI AND PAKORAS (akha mukteshwar style) SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF APPLE TREES AND EVERY POSSIBLE COLOR FLOWERS, WATCHING THE HIMALAYAN CLIFFS PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK BEHIND THE CLOUDS AND FEELING COLD AS THE EVENING DREW INTO CHILLY NIGHT !!

CAN’T GET BETTER THAN THIS...CAN IT?????????

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"Khilona Train" urf Himalayan Queen

A train that looks just like a toy.............."khilona"...small, narrow interiors and huge windows....its hot and uncomfortable as the journey begins, but the excitement of a toy train takes over, leading to capturing of endless photographs of friends and ourselves..... The excitement dies down with the sweltering heat and sweat of MAY....The water in the bottles gets over and numerous tetra packs of frooti and nimbooz quench our thirst....Hooting, singing, enjoyment gets buried deep inside and pairs of some 60 odd blank eyes looking outside the huge train windows are left behind....

But then something reignites the excitement....the view of humongous, barren, sky touching, brown mountains scantily dressed with trees and pebbles....The heart yearns for some fresh cool air which is a general characteristic of the mountains.....but even its absence makes no difference to the cheerfulness that these mountains are emitting....The train passes through somewhere close to 105 tunnels, some long, some short and the passengers in all the bogies hoot along the way in unison...as if viewed some ghost in the tunnel...:):) the buzz builds up once again.... While time passes in this constant hooting and playing of antakshari amongst co passengers, the "khilona" train reaches higher altitudes and the air gets pleasantly wintry.........There is no more sweat, thirst or irritation....only a herd of people leaning over the king size windows or some inclining half outside the door outstretching their hands...trying to feel the mountains just a few metes away.... Due to a single track line, the train coming in the opposite direction obstructs our way and the train takes a halt of half an hour....the people jump out of "khilona" and get busy clicking photographs of the snow capped mountains, long tunnels, serene surrounding, drowning in the  feel of the place.... As the train journey resumes, there is commotion about the whereabouts of "Jab We Met" station shooting since somehow every platform resembles the scenes of the movie and people are busy recalling those scenes excitedly matching them with the reality before them....just like solving of some jigsaw puzzle......

As we cross steeper hills, the train circling the mountains makes it possible for passengers of the initial bogies to see their co passengers in the later bogies,from the window....which results in the silliest of activities like waving out to each other, shouting and singing along....Somehow its the feel of the air which is showing its effects on the people.... Did we ever realize how much exuberance the nature can spread amongst us...... How the  cool air in hot sweaty summers...warm sparkling sun rays in chilly winters, fresh rain in the humid air can spinoff merriment in the hearts of people....

Finally the "khilona"reaches its destination - Simla....As we get off the train, there is an urge to wrap ourselves in a light stole...Now even the jigsaw puzzle is strangely solved by way of recognizing the station featured in 'Jab We Met' to be the same as the Simla station..... Random strangers meeting for the first time, bonding over the beauty of nature, cool breeze and circling train bogies going higher and higher on the mountains...part ways from each other distributing smiles to one another.... And then begins the next journey to Himachal Pradesh starting from the initial steps of climbing the steep roads from the station to the town of Simla............................

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In the midst of Aegean Sea...the greek island of Mykonos

Clear serene heaven above me.........water flowing softly the slow pace of deep breaths.....shining like emeralds scattered on the sea bed......The white narrow streets of Mykonos gleaming in the beam of a sunlit sky, like random trees and water scattered over a white canvas............

As i walk in the narrow streets with cobblestone laid beneath my feet...i feel as the way leads to a destination far high in the sky.........with a pleasant cold, sunny whiteness and fresh smell of buns...the water constantly making gushing sounds as if rushing to catch the sun which plays hide and seek behind the cotton clouds.........  

All this with a handful of people walking around with coffee mugs in their hands and umbrellas to their sides....rejoicing in Christmas spirit welcoming Santa just a week before Christmas......

The calmness of an isolated place and icy cold breeze softly massaged by the x'mas feel makes me fall in love with this small place........... I feel that GOD has specially endowed this place with his heavenly feel in the form of a white veil flowing softly over the town........

It is God's own small, white pure shining town.....................