I make landfall here every so often. Trip’s last leg is an hour’s toxin-purging travel by car uphill. With Pine aroma wafting in the air, I bounce back, away from sensory onslaught and humdrum of metro-life. The lodge where I stay sits on a grassy knoll overlooking a valley that drops steeply away into a ravine. This is where I love to spread my wings. The freedom to park anywhere along the paths wound around the haunting hills, and jot down impressions, unnoticed, with hardly any care in the world. When it’s time to go downhill again, my spirit toboggans.
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Paritosh Chandra Dugar
23/10/2020 08:26:42 am
Superb diction. Superb imagery. Long lasting effect. Here is Swapan again with his charming accompaniments!
Pamela Kennedy
23/10/2020 09:36:20 am
I felt that I, too, was there. I agree..superb imagery. 23/10/2020 02:12:34 pm
I felt as though I were along for the ride. Good writing, Swapan.
Sivan Pillai
23/10/2020 02:14:14 pm
Description of nature at its best, Swapan.
Bobby Warner
23/10/2020 02:41:17 pm
Nice imagery. Quite well written.
Krystyna
23/10/2020 03:46:45 pm
May your free spirit continue to explore the secrets haunting your path, Swapan. I am by your side in the imagery of your words.
marjan sierhuis
23/10/2020 05:35:29 pm
Your words dance on paper, Swapan. Lovely.
Sue Clayton
24/10/2020 04:52:15 am
You capture the magic of mountains and their healing powers so well, Swapan.
Swapan k Banerjee
24/10/2020 09:19:25 am
Thank you Paritosh, Pamela, Don, Sivan, Bobby, Krystyna, Marjan & Sue for your in-depth comments. Comments are closed.
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