I walk into the bathroom with a bucket and towel And I'm greeted by Mr or Ms Owl His or Her red eyes glow in the dark And he or she treats the shower rod as a bark!
The beauty of Kashmir was overpowering. It's a memory I'll cherish forever. The sheer untouched beauty has proudly come out of the militancy and repression. It redefines beauty! Here is a vegetable seller on a Shikara in Dal Lake.
It amazes me how Sunset manifests in so many forms whether it is the shimmering orange sky reflecting on the lake as in many of my other posts or as in this sight, casting a shadow on the earth and making one go philosophical about life, the universe and everything.
I finally have a bit of time to peacefully sip a cup of coffee without attending to a phone call or signing a paper or proof reading content or answering queries simultaneously!