End of 2016 Photography

All the photographs were taken in Mussoorie by my brother Ashutosh at different times. ..."And O the spring- the spring I lead the life of a king! Couch'd in the teeming grass, I spy each pretty lass"... John Keats

Mussoorie 2016 Photography

Few pictures from my recent visit to Mussoorie. Let me end with this poem by Angela Morgan. "God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star?... God, when you chiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem?" ... …

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I know why the caged bird sings

".... I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,     When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee,     But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that …

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What does the Road speak…?

A road can say many things…. A road describes of a journey, a journey ahead and a journey completed. A road reminds us of our choice: the choices of our past and the choices of our future. A road reminds us of our walking together…and walking alone… A road tells us to live every moment… …

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Mussoorie; The queen of Hills….

Mussoorie is known as the queen of hills, popular and one of the most beautiful hill station in India. It is a small town  situated on the hills. The glorious and magnificent view of the mountains, snow during winter, lush green forest, splendid sunrise and sunset and beautiful view of the clouds make it a must visit …

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