Today, as we drove back from Palampur, I did not stop the car even once to take pictures. The beauty passing by was so breathtaking that I was almost paralyzed.
The white
wild-rose creepers were in full bloom all along the way- their flowers so
ordinary individually, but so stunning as a group.
The large
white and pink kachnar flowers would appear in clusters and overshadow
everything else with their fullness. They reminded me that pink, my least
favourite of colours, is indeed something divine when framed against the blue
sky.
The
bougainvillea flowers in red and magenta were as if pouring out from homes on
to the road.
Bright red
and orange roses were calling my attention here and there.
Pine trees
had new cones, barely formed and still green, but standing upright.
Bottle brush
trees were more red than green.
Some big
tall trees had clusters of very fine, very delicate pink flowers.
The green,
so much green, in so many shades.
And the
butterflies, plain white and yellow butterflies, flying everywhere!
I don't
think I uttered my famous "wow" even once. The "wow" had
permeated inside me. I was mesmerized by what nature was displaying proudly. I
quietly enjoyed the show put up especially for me.
What a beautiful world. All you need are a pair of eyes and a grateful heart!
