Living through long winter of northern India with nostalgic feelings of grace, peace, and comfort; traveling around to places where one could breathe an air of relief – ‘God’s own country’, Churches, temples, grave-yards, crematoriums – all imparting feelings as silent as silence itself and thus putting strength and vigor into an energy-drained-out body and mind until the spring creeps and one reaches and wakes to the jubilations of flowers, birds and the whole of the Mother-Nature.

Fragrant herbal breeze
Young monks under sacred trees
Serene Buddha-smiles