Hill Melodies by Shantanu Bhowmik
WAKING DAWN The Himalayas awaken To the call of the first light. Stars yet in deep slumber, Truly, a magical moment in sight. Only the sound of the gushing brook tearing rocks asunder. The peaceful premises of the mandir yonder deserted, - none yet , no chirping birds either. MORNING MELODY The morning sun hails, the crimson-tinged eastern sky gleams. It’s the hour to kindle the meditative lamp deep within. With closed eyes, the vision of the sky unfolds … The expanse of it
