Some of you asked where I was headed to, looking at my post from yesterday.
This was January, and I was returning to the boring plains having witnessed ethereal beauty (at Auli, Uttarakhand, India).
My photography skills are nothing to write home about, and I do not do even an iota of justice to how being in and around thick sheets of snow looks and feels like.
It snows pretty much through December and January at these reaches. Heavy, snow-laden clouds refuse to grant you audience to sparkling mountains that lay beyond. But when they do, you are spellbound. It's inked forever.
It's like you have broken into a higher plane, where heavens are busy with pompous displays for flirtatious earth below. Suddenly she meets them midway and whispers, "Shall we dance"?
Right then, clouds roar in approval and lighting glistens with joy.. You're totally in, hands braking free of gloves, heart racing through your favourite song..