My pictures with their little stories

Tabo monastery entrance The feeling is of sheer awe when you are entering a structure which was established more than a thousand years ago and is in continuous operation. Visiting ruins dating back to few thousand years is one thing but entering Tabo monastery established in 996 was a different feeling altogether. Tabo is the oldest continuously operating Buddhist monastery in both India and the Himalayas . ( Spiti , 2013)

Kumaon Mountain Ranges The sheer number of mountain ranges you see one after another in Kumaon makes you fall in love with these mountains.  Somehow these mountain ranges appear gentle and rarely menacing. It is not uncommon to spot few structures dating back to the British Raj era. (Kumaon, 2012)

Sketching at Harvard campus Noticed this fellow sketching at  Harvard  campus while we were having an aimless stroll out there.  His hair created a distinct persona. He did not seem concerned about what was happening around him. ( Boston , 2011)

Early morning at a Boston subway station One of the main reasons why we loved Boston was because of its excellent subway system. Any city with an efficient public transportation system makes it more inviting, friendly and less snobbish I suppose. (Boston, 2011)

Tentacles in the Sky As we came out of a boutique in the early evening hour, these branches of a tree up there presented a beautiful visual pattern against the sky which was still lit up but rapidly fading. The beautiful visual turned scary the moment they also looked like tentacles of an octopus. (Bengaluru, 2015)

Mountain ranges and forest near Jalori Pass, Himachal Greens with a small tinge of yellow, olive green, dark green, dark green turning blackish, add a tinge of blue, grey, smokey and then it is infinity.  What a colour palette that is. These are the mountain ranges seen from near Jalori pass in Himachal. These are the moments when even earth seems infinite. (near Jalori Pass, Himachal , 2014)

Setting sun at Shoja, Himachal This moment was an unexpected gift from the sun, the clouds, the mountains and the GOD. What more can I say. This was the same evening when I was walking towards village Shoja and this play of light was unfolding right in front of me. I spent as minimum time as I could in handling the camera as I would have missed those precious moments of looking at this divine phenomenon and experience it with all my senses. (Shoja, Himachal, 2014)