To the Heaven that I call Home

(A Kaleidoscopic canvas of seasons in

Nainital)

Summer

The placid green waters of the lake sparkle as they are touched by the playful golden rays.

Unlike the scorching sultan of the plains, the summer sun in the mountains is benign and benevolent in its ways.

The cobalt of the clear blue sky is a harbinger of times fresh and new, there is an intrinsic sweetness in all things that your eyes may view.

Monsoons

Lush green leaves play peek-a-boo, hiding behind the misty morning screen.

Nature’s palette seems to be filled with all shades of green.

The pitter-patter of raindrops on rooftops announces the arrival of a brief but steady shower, oft accompanied by lightning and thunder, proclaiming all their power.

The Mighty mountains rise above the mantle of mist, as if invoked by the sweet scent of wet

earth.

Tiny forest waifs wake up to soak in the season and carouse unabashedly in all glee and mirth.

Autumn

Weeping willows delicately arched over the resplendent waters of the lake.

The gentle caress of the errant breeze that feels like the touch of the first soft snow flake.

A rhythmic rustling of russet leaves, fills all the bowers and the eaves.

As people trudge along winding paths in a hurry to reach home, for Autumn’s onset heralds the long winter journey that they need to go on.

Winter

The dark night looks like a dusky maiden clad in pristine white, only the moon bears witness to her splendour.

Lofty trees in their silken snow covered garb, sway to the tune of the winter wind, singing an ode to her with boundless passion and candour.

But her beauty too is ephemeral and must fade away as

the first rays of the sun melt the snow and pave the way for another day.

(For my dear cousin Munu who misses home like Dorothy of The Wizard Of Oz. . Thank you for selecting these beautiful pics for me from http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/Nainital)