Musings of an eccentric mind
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This is post #28 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
On a dry, hot October afternoon, the deer were relaxing in the shade of their little oasis. The way some of them stared at us, I can only imagine them gossiping about the wide-eyed trespassers and the ridiculous noises coming from those black things in their hands.
This is post #25 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
This is post #24 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
On our return from Sariska, we decided to pay a visit to one of the forts in Alwar. We skipped breakfast to beat the sun and reached the Bala Quila, only to find out that the only way to get to the fort in the morning was by trekking up a few kilometers. We’d have to wait for another hour before the gates at the foot of the hill would be opened for vehicles. Since we had to return soon, we changed our plans and decided to visit the other fort nearby.
For something which was supposed to be nearby, it seemed like we had been travelling forever. We couldn’t see anything but the hills. The long winding path had good and terrible roads in equal measure. The network connectivity was terrible – online maps were not really helpful. There were few houses, and fewer people. The signboards along the roads were the only indication that we were on the right track.
We climbed one hill after another, with each turn slowly revealing the beauty of the misty Arvalli. The fort though, was still nowhere to be seen.
We approached a crossroad where even the signboard seemed confused. As we took a turn, an old man standing nearby waved at us. He must have known where we were headed and pointed us towards the right direction.
After several more minutes, we finally laid our eyes on the thousand year old Dadhikar Fort – now a heritage hotel.
I don’t know how it looks on the inside, but with the amazing hills, little ‘modern civilization’ around and poor network access, it seems like the perfect weekend getaway 😉
Well concealed behind the trees, this is about the best view we could get of the Fort.
Photo edited by my brother
Related: More information on the Dadhikar Fort
This is post #23 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
I’m not much of a fan of wearing make-up. But they sure can make a statement by themselves!
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Hat tip to my friend who edited the images using this cool online editor.
This is post #22 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
Early morning
As the bud opened her arms,
I tried to get close.
I wanted a picture
It cost me a few scars.
I wondered why roses have thorns
The thorny plant replied:
Perhaps you may consider
Even a thorny plant can nurture a rose.
Eat Cake!
They fluttered their long eyelashes
She looked straight in my eyes.
They had their airs and whims
She had only basic needs.
They were of high stature, exotic even
She was simple and plain.
They lived in posh houses
She was happy with the streets.
They were liked by one and all
She chose to be with me.
Winter is upon us, in the Northern hemisphere. The Sun which burnt our skins during the summer will be much sought after. Soak it in as much as you can right now, while it has still has a gentle warmth. It will soon be reduced to a mere formality once winter sets in fully.
This is post #17 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
Musings of an eccentric mind 