Ipsita celebrates the beauty of majestic hills wrapped in a veil of light drizzle.
Imagine the hills
As twilight descends
And the clouds come down
To settle on the hilltops.
A light drizzle
And the roads bend and swerve through the majestic hills
The ferns and conifers and the mountain air wears that fragrance…
All at once heady yet headstrong
And you find yourself amidst the clouds.
The sound of an odd rustling leaf
Pix sourced by author.
A Hotelier by profession who believes in offering memories to her guests~and the charm of being a tiny part of the stories of their lives. A student of the myriad experiences that life holds out and believing that there is never any stop to learning. Above all, A people’s person relishing a connect with a variety of lives. Ipsita writes because She Must. Because there is no other way for her.