“This is fleeting human contact.both of us are lost but for a moment.We are lost together.I wonder…
Isn’t this the same exact dhaba where we stopped on our way to Haridwar enroute to Chopta last year? Trying to register all the similarities…
I want to go somewhereThere is one that i want to be withwith the fog and the cold,where the winter is strong andthe sun mellow.Where the water flows melodiuosly,sparkling and playing alongthe stones and the pebbles,on its way to its destiny.