A week of bird watching in the land of happiness
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The plane banked right, then left. Snow-clad Khangchendzonga beckoned on the left. My eyes were more fixated on the Himalayan foothills on either side between which our plane weaved as if it were in an auto rickshaw negotiating an over-crowded
Migratory Wonders of the Wild
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse and wheel there One of a mighty multitude, whose way And motion is a harmony and dance Magnificent… ~William Wordsworth Nothing describes the wonder of flight better