Musings on Himalayan meadows…
meadows and monsoons…
Tag: Trekking
Notes on an effervescent mountain sun…
Musings on the mountain sun, trekking in the Himalaya
Cloudy threats…
Musings on cloudy weather, a day spent hiking the traditional pastoral lands of the Dhauladhars in Himachal Pradesh
bridges over troubled waters…
musings on log bridges in the Himalayan backcountry…
on placid whites – winter hike to Chenap valley…
‘twas perchance that we got to know of Chenap valley, which we did as our original plans went awry at the last moment… tucked in ‘twixt religious fervours, highways and hydropower more hedonistic that utilitarian, and the never-ending scrapes of JCB for last-mile connectivity, ‘tis purported to be a quieter alternative to Valley of Flowers, …
on long walks in mountains…
there are walks in the mountains while hiking that one underestimates, naïve enough not to pay heed to the illusions of a simple way up wild gorges… the day elongates proportionally with the trail, disaggregated into phases that seem like days unto themselves, each phase anchored to its own particular memory… there’s a brief period …
meadows and clouds…
Musings on clouds in meadows, treks across Western Himalaya…
Wistfulness and birds in the mountains…
Wistfulness is a state of poetic realms, tinges of sweet sorrow sprinkled over the cocoon of contentment… so it feels rather amusing when one manifests it on to animals (in the guise of anthropomorphism) at first, but it makes at sense at times, when formal discourses on solutions to the evolution of evolution and genes …
Some flies in the mountains…
Musings on flies, hiking in the Himalaya
Butterflies in mountains…
Butterflies go deep, quite deep, maybe simply on the dint of the remarkable transitions they display that for millennia have flummoxed the best of minds… the Greeks and Indians ascribed the transformation akin to the transmigration of the human soul… palingenesis… Zhuang Zhou scratched his head, perplexed with this butterfly dream that seems to snowball …