Blurry eyes

The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.

The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rain clouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into the hill stations.

These are some pictures from my trip to Solan, Himachal Pradesh, India. 


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