its an interesting experience....
sitting on the banks of narmada with the setting sun creating an eery orange glow....listening to farida khannum's (मेरे हमनफ़स) voice filling ur heart with memories (sreeti as i like to call it).... or the cries of the boatmen for new customers till about 8. and feeling the strong water lap around ur feet and toes softly. almost caress them like a besotted lover worshipping his goddess....(being a feminist helps)
the sunrise and the sunsets are amazing...but what had caught my attention the most was the different moods the water is in, on different days... and most of the times reflecting what i felt....
i will post some of the other pictures...but because of the sheer lack of time i guess this is where i stop...d.o give me a feed back on the pictures...
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the pics leave u asking for more...and can the besotted lover write something on this :)
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