Mystical musings from Morni hills

 

When godliness shines as warm, fluid curtain of sunrays upon the frigid, cold stones lying on the bedrock of a tiny valley!

On the eternal bedrock of the ever-flowing river of time, a stony comma stands with childish arrogance, harking for a pause!

A frozen obituary of love offered by motherly night to a cold-hearted fatherly day!

Some moments in a little valley!

In silent majesty, mother nature paints her murals on this wayside stone on a craggy footpath...

Motherly sunrays kiss with indiscriminating affection, be it rose petals or thorns!

With unrestricted charms, the first rays of the morning sun kiss life and living into every pore of this little heaven. It can beat a virgin maiden's first lip kiss in passion and surrendering affection!

A wood gathering mountain girl seems to have left a rosy, velvety hanky as a memento of love in the woods for her beau!

Snows of Shivaliks!! Don't get confused guys! It's just early morning frost in the valley!

Molten fluidity of eternal truth putting its signature upon the stony, rippling canvas of a little valley!

Little valley standing proudly like a confident princess adorned with a golden-hued crown of sunrays!

Mossy blanket of shivering stones under flirtatious cold waters!