ye kahan aa gaye hum..

It feels like dream sequence... Sleeping to the window with the view of melancholic moon and lullaby of chugging wheels .. Waking up to window with a moving view of misty green, glinting blue.. The chai vendors know exactly when i wake up and get that much needed chai..and before sun could light up the valley i get down from train at Kathgodam, another chiming name!

Dreams.. Some times they walk out from sleep and smile, hold your hand and take you along. This is photostory of such dream, on my journey to click 'Home in hills', one of the discoveries of 'Unhotel'.

Such delicate is the sunshine, such delicate their nodding.. where time stops, moments melts, and all boundaries vanish..

Lying down under trees with a book, and soon i am in my dreamland.. leave myself and walking away to birds..

Outside on terrace in blue hour, when you called me and you could hear the bird in valley, desperate to meet her mate..

Play of light and shadow.. open spaces.. flowing breeze.. floating rays..

Cozy corners.. snuggling memories.. 

Rustic and rich.. Dark and deep..

  

Glittering night.. candle light..

Dosti.. Old monk.. and purane hindi gaane... baatein saari raat...

 Beyond rights and wrongs..