You know that kind of beautiful which makes you profound. That’s what sunset in mountains do to me. I just stand still in awe and gape. My feet forget to function and I can’t feel anybody around me. Shhh….I don’t want you to talk and even if you talk, sorry, it doesn’t get to my head. Lost. Out of place. Defunct. I have been craving for this feeling. And now, I am in it. Don’t use words. Let silence prevail. Don’t you get tired of expressing all the time? I am out of energy. I need to get my batteries charged. Coz a day later i will be back to shithole, again surrounded by people. So just let me be me. I was taking few sunset photographs in phone. It’s all grainy and bokehlicious. The moment it was clicked, I knew I had to write about it. A sight I have to talk about. It can’t just die in me. The pale tint of orange blended in grey. The mountains standing tall, the houses built on the mountains seem so tiny, chilly wind washes all over your face fondling your hair, you don’t care what a mess you look like, you are just busy soaking the view, how the hues talk to you. If sunset was a soul, a person, I swear he must be the most generous one. So adorable that I would want to rush and kiss his forehead. Thank him for existing. For spreading love. For letting us feel its beauty. For his relentlessness….
late night walk on mall road.
sunset view from wake & bake cafe.
on top of a hill. Mongolian monastery.
inside Indian coffee house.
breakfast at Indian coffee house.