Beautiful times
The 26 th of June 2014 Today, I am sitting on a roughly made wooden bench, at an old monastery on a hilltop above my village. The place is surrounded by tall lush green mountains. Prayer flags of every color are fluttering in the wind at the edge of the hill. I can hear countless number of birds singing their own songs. Thick silver colored clouds are hovering atop the hills in front of me. And amid thick clouds, a golden sun tries hard to shine. Melodies of river falling from the mountains add life to this already beautiful evening. The environment here is pristine beautiful, with tall trees and grasses everywhere. At a place not too far from here, a lonely deer is howling. A cuckoo is crowing. A pack of sparrows fly by. Down in the valley, Farmers are returning from their days work. Everything is in harmony with nature. There was a time when I use to desperately long for this exotically beautiful place. When I was in Goa, I use to miss every bit ...