As I call this
bit of foothill a piece of my personal heaven, I can’t stop feast my eyes on
the vast horizon cloaked in profuse mist. Relishing every moment of being in
the midst of the spectral mists that shifts and swirls through the highlands in
the rains in Igatpuri, I stand amid the young shrubberies and stare into the
distance for hours, listening to the gentle wind blowing into my ears and
walking along the freeways obscured in the mist.
Deep inside my
heart I sense the fierce hunger for a race with Mother Nature to play as much hide
and seek as I can before she forced me to stop and I bid adios to Igatpuri,
an arresting stopover en route to my next destination Bhandardhara.
The photographs are spectacular. Give a feel of the real chill.. Awesome one altogether.
ReplyDeleteCheers!