Pinku-Enchanted Life

It looked like an island floating amongst clouds. Nothing else was visible and you could imagine plains, mountains or even the sea beyond the cloud curtain. Any of which could have been true. When it lifted though the fresh greenery around left no doubts that you were in the Himalayas and that too in the middle of the monsoons. Getting down from the bus at 6:30 am we found the quaint Apple Cart Inn fast asleep, atleast the attendants were. A few guests though had braved the early morning chill and wrapped in thoughts and shawls were walking about. The place looked so serene and just what we wished for that the non availability of attendants or tea didn’t affect our mood. And after making ourselves comfortable on the swings in the courtyard we decided to walk out to the neighbouring tea stall for some hot beverage. By mid morning after a lovely breakfast of fresh mushrooms on toast (this place is called the Mushroom district) and tea we were ensconced in our room which boasted a firepla...

Hey guys!! We are off to the hills to check out the monsoon there. That too not just any hill but the mysterious, beautiful Himalayas. Do be back to check out the blog in a few days to know how it went. I promise some nice pictures too. P.S: The last time I visited them in the monsoons a story happened here's the link incase you want to read .... The Trip

Thanks to the handy camera in mobile phones we no longer need to just experience something we can also capture images/videos to share the same with others. Am putting down here some random shots taken in and around Delhi...its a testimony to my life and times. Hope you enjoy this journey, though its hardly enchanting all the time :) The bells that chime out the change in my life. It's neither golden nor rosy, its just easy right now. Easy with a free flow of thoughts, love and naughtiness. Easy with a shared sense of camraderie. Touchwood, am praying it stays this way always. Flowers in my garden. Its not Eden but I am not complaining. On the roads. What can I say? Perhaps this is enforced, "stand and stare" time. Sometimes brought up by the heavy traffic in the city.... Sometimes by somethings far more interesting... A few pictures from the recently held Osian. Some people including us have calendars which run from Osian to Osian. And all the goof ups not withstand...

I am appalled. Shocked. Humiliated. A bunch of people are spreading terror across the country and killing innocent people. And we standby mute doing nothing. At best we makes those cluck cluck noises and shake our heads. Poor unlucky guys we think and then move on to do whatever it was we were doing when the news came through. We forget that those who die immediately are actually the lucky ones. The unlucky are those writhing in pain in various hospitals or those whose family members were dismembered by the bombs and who are still trying to gather the pieces. Is there nothing we can do to help? Is there no one who could bring back those misled youth to the main stream and give them hope and a few dreams they would want to live for? Can’t someone show them their mother’s fear filled eyes when she contemplates her offspring’s fate?

How did she get to know? Kiran wondered for the nth time. She had taken all precautions, no phone calls at home, not even an sms. She made sure she got back home at regular hours and yet her daughter had found out. It was so sad, she was a beautiful, happy child and this was the end of her childhood. The information destroyed her life. She was so bitter threatening to tell her dad. If he got to know no telling what he might do? He had such a terrible temper. The sudden inspiration solved all her problems. Kishore finished Ananya in one stroke. Her husband has been arrested for the crime. Kishore was now bound to her for life. She had pictures of him doing the deed. She smiled.