I saw them whizz in happiness, with some of them occasionally tripping, yet getting up as they ran. I drove my gaze towards the children.
Story of the Month Aug’2015: I had never seen something so beautiful in my life. She, the white piece of paper,the street vendor, seemed like words of a poem, that had, effortlessly rhymed into one another.
The author with family visited Nainital – a beautiful hill station. He visited Naini Lake, Naini Temple, Sat Tal, Tin Tal, Bhim Tal, Ropeway, Hanumangadhi..
The trek was successful. The view was mesmerizing. What lay ahead was unknown. A conversation that changed what I saw…or did I see it?