Come Fall In Love
For an urban Indian, there is nothing quite like the first breath of fresh hill air. Clambering down from the Ranikhet Express at Ramnagar on chilly morning is enough to make you gasp. The carboniferous cocktail of the city is exhaled in a sigh, and the great Outdoors are rushing in to , leaf-cooled, earth …
The wind is a wish, the river a blessing, the white sands silvers of myths. At Rishikesh, The Ganga enchants as she flows by, quietly but purposefully. The verdant foothills of the Himalaya welcome her as she goes forth on her journey towards the sea, urging her to pause , and why , she almost …
Har Har Gange! This celebratory exhoration has been the cry of the devout from time immemorial, shouted with gusto while taking a plunge of faith into the pleasantly cold waters of Jeevan Dayini( the giver of life), Moksha Pradayini (bestower of salvation) Ganga at Haridwar. Visiting a tempe is in itself secondary here. The age …
