It's late or rather very early, depending upon whether I choose to see it as the closure of a day or the beginning of another.
Have had a busy day and have just finished watching 'Gangs of Wasseypur II'. The song/poem 'Ik Bagal mein chand hoga, ik bagal mein rotiyan' is still playing out, in the recesses of my mind.
The bed is calling me and yet I am writing. Why? Seduction of the words..
It is monsoon time and Mumbai is heavenly during monsoons. The world might disagree, but I have the heart of a poet.
Anyways this is not a post about Mumbai, but rather about the tiny little 'strawberry town' in the neighbourhood- Panchgani.
And now the photologue. Quick and simple.
Btw, it is a trip that happened 2 years back.The photo quality might hence not be the greatest..
Plateaus
It was raining on and off and it was pretty
The Drive
The tiny one
Have had a busy day and have just finished watching 'Gangs of Wasseypur II'. The song/poem 'Ik Bagal mein chand hoga, ik bagal mein rotiyan' is still playing out, in the recesses of my mind.
The bed is calling me and yet I am writing. Why? Seduction of the words..
It is monsoon time and Mumbai is heavenly during monsoons. The world might disagree, but I have the heart of a poet.
Anyways this is not a post about Mumbai, but rather about the tiny little 'strawberry town' in the neighbourhood- Panchgani.
And now the photologue. Quick and simple.
Btw, it is a trip that happened 2 years back.The photo quality might hence not be the greatest..
Plateaus
It was raining on and off and it was pretty
The Drive
At Mapro
The tiny one
The court
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