Mountain wild flowers in full bloom.
Animals too get lost in the beauty of silence.
I spotted these at the House of the Sarpanch at the Corn Village, Uttarakhand. I still am unaware of their name.
Perfect merger of the greens, the blues and the whites.
Blushing away anxiously Tripping on my coffee On our first date You made me smile.
And I am finally blooming In the colours of spring.
Did you fail to notice? That I reside in these blossoms
For the real India resides in it’s villages .