An Indian Spring
Living through long winter of northern India with nostalgic feelings of grace, peace, and comfort; traveling around to places where one could breathe a sigh of relief - ‘God’s own country’, Churches, temples, grave-yards, crematoriums - all imparting feelings as silent as silence itself and thus putting strength and vigor into an energy-drained-out body and mind until the spring creeps in and one reaches and wakes to the jubilations of flowers, birds and the whole of the Mother-Nature.
herbal breeze
little monks under sacred fig trees
Buddha smiles
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