The tree and Me
Ol’ tree, I hear your scattered leaves Rustle in this gentle breeze * Through this mist the veiled moon peer Against the velvet sky your silhouette gleam * Into the earth your roots… Continue reading
Tripping and lumbering down the dirt path, several clumsy slips on the tiny muddy roads, I had an arduous time keeping up with the native guides. A young native treaded ahead of me… Continue reading
Ol’ tree, I hear your scattered leaves Rustle in this gentle breeze * Through this mist the veiled moon peer Against the velvet sky your silhouette gleam * Into the earth your roots… Continue reading
The varieties of animals, seemingly unperturbed by the chaotic traffic, trotted pass us with ease; traffic jam on the road has never been more fun.
Entering the quaint looking boathouse, the posh interior of elaborate decoration that greeted us was a pleasant and fascinating surprise. The corridors of the boathouse are adorned with paintings and intricate carvings; each… Continue reading
Some Moments| Her Bitter Sweet. Some Scars| Revisited Her Pain. Some Dreams| Caught Her Breath. Some Places| Held Her Memories. And Some One. Turned Her world around.
A sedated town on the coast, Roccella Jonica is well known for their annual international Jazz Festival held usually in August. September is perhaps the quiescent period for the state, the pristine… Continue reading
Stretch of grandeur palaces and museums holding overwhelming collections, exquisite paintings and sculptures sprang up along Florence’s streets. During the Renaissance, they were the propelling forces which accounted for the many world shaping… Continue reading