"Typical Pahari Bazar in Night Time of small town."

"Typical Pahari Bazar in Night Time of small town."

This bazaar always reminds the stories of great mountain Poet Ruskin Bond in which he describes small market in the night time with some tents coming out, path made up of mountain rock and few people are roaming here and there and few street lights lightning up the small portions of the these lonely streets. Some are having discussion of politics and religion. These streets have enough benches to sit on right now they are empty. Whenever the day will start some people would be selling their products they are famous for and some people would be having free time to sit on these benches and observe roaming people in front of them. Some vendors would be sitting here and there before the shops under the tents by taking permission from the shop and selling their favorite sweet they have made with love . They might be doing that from generations as always Mountain people do. It is all about time which changes, however, small pahadi bazaars always remains that is the beauty of them. This photographs was taken in night in Kasauli, Himachal Pardesh, India @ 1800 meters in May, 2012.

The Path You would like to Walk

                                                    "The path you would like to walk." 

Whenever I think this kind of small path that vanishes in the woods of Deodars always gives me chills. That moist mist with chilly air passing through the branches of the Deodars and that small reflection of tiny droplet hanging from the leafs of Deodars is what I always remember when I see this path. That drop always waits to complete its path of journey that is submerge into the earth, where its life cycle will get complete. That evening sunlight passing through the mist and moist branches of Deodars; that touches the water that is lying on the path makes it look in amber in color and lights up the whole path, Which is what always think of and I think of a 'Godly Path where I want to walk and want to get vanished forever.' Photographed in Chail, Himachal Pardesh @2250 meters in August, 2016.

'It Rained here on the road to Mountain'

 

'It Rained here on the road to Mountain'

You could tell it rained, because of the wet small dry grass, leaves, branches of Deodars and Pine trees that have turned deep brown in color were laying on the both sides of the road...

You could tell it rained here, because of rain drops were still falling on us from the branches of the Deodars and Pine trees...

The odd, fine and chilled drop that touched your skin gave you small shiver tells you that, it rained here....

The clouds passing through these roads coming from down hill and going upwards passing through your Soul tells you that, it rained here...

The wet wind with some drops of water when touches your face and your body tells you that, it rained here....

The birds are still chirping and still trying to get themselves dry tells you that, it rained here...

The greenery you feel from Nature tells you that, it trained here...

It is just you and your Soul which feels this rain and warmness of this beautiful 'Temple of Nature' where this Soul of Nature lives.