As a kid, every summer meant going to my nani's house. It was the most happy time of the year. The fresh air of the hills, the leaves flowing with the wind, the sunshine... abundance of love showered on us by my naani, maamis, maamas, cousins... long evening walks exploring new hideouts and paths in the hills... we had it all. :-)
And then as time passed, my naani, chintu, one of my maama maami left for a better place. A part of the house froze and we stopped going as often.
This year, I decided to take a week off and go to my naanis house to just be. I did not even carry my camera. Here are a few shots from my cell phone and ramblings to explain them.
A view from my naani's house:
White roses at kairighat:
Dahlias at Pinewood, Barog:
Mom and dad on a morning walk:
Dolanji Bon Monastery: Images of the guardians
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G holding a CocaCola:
A very sweet nun from the monastery:
Children at the Jatoli templeon asthmi :
Dusshera in Solan:
G and mum in Lakkar Bazaar, relishing momos: