Walking in Clouds
Don’t know how I woke up so early that day. Perhaps the call of Dr. Pravin (hereafeter Pravinji) made me to open my eyes and check the time. Its 7.15 am. Too early to say bye to bed; at 7.30 a.m. At least it was too early for me ! The rays of morning sun peep through the windows. Temptations to see the morning beauty of Kanasar build pressure in mind. Loud voice of Capt. P.K.Singh (Hereafter Capt. Sir) and Pravinji from the woods. Tracing them through the half opened eyes and slipping steps I am out of the guest house now. What these people are doing yaar so early? Capt. Sir is holding Praveenji, whereas he is trying to have a full snap of the thick forest cover in front of our guest house. It strike my photographic sense, and thought I should also move out to capture something left over. Deodar trees add shades with the mist that hold the mountains as if the embrace of love between desperate lovers. The rays of sun come as a villain to separate them….. No word is sufficient her