Singalila song
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“I was left behind as all my friends moved on. For the first time the advantage of being left behind became clear to me. There were no voices, no questions to be answered. Silence was silence. Miraculously clouds changed in
A week of bird watching in the land of happiness
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