I carry bread for supper
fireflies light my path
The lovable memories of Kasauli still linger in my head. I wish to go back to the hills and sit on a hill top and compose haiku. I want to talk to those lovely birds, people from the hills, shop keepers, army men, hoteliers and whosoever comes my way.
My heart craves to go back to the hills; it craves to hit the road again. This city, its urbaneness is barren for me for it doesn’t quench the thirst of the haikuist in me. I want to travel like Basho, like Issa and compose haiku to my heart’s content.
Haiku is my life, my soul. I am a haiku traveler that is what I am.
Slim roads, cars zooming gentle sun rays warm us up road to Kasauli.
We are on our way to Shimla for New Year and Kasauli is this lovely town on the way. I miss the sunset point at Kasauli. The spot is fine and known for being absolutely peaceful.
Anyway I am off now, will keep you folks posted about Shimla. There is more to come.
It is the weekly photo challenge, and I am delighted that we can share our memories of 2012.
I have decided to take you folks on a trip to India, places I have travelled in 2012. Enjoy. Drop a comment if you like them, and even if you don’t, drop a piece of advice.