You can write an ode to the mist in Sikkim or lose yourself in the fog. But the clouds tell a story of their own. You see them floating from one mountain to another, carrying your thoughts along with them. Sometimes, they just rise from nowhere – just when you think the sun has set and the dusk is here, casting a dark shadow on the sky, a lone cloud shines like a knight, with a flash of brilliance .
Another gorgeous destination. Love the new design.
Cloud cluster down the hill! Looks really beautiful.
your words take me back there Lakshmi…
My only grudge… I could never get enough of it.
Hi Lakhsmi! The residence of the Portuguese Ambassador in Delhi is next door to the Sikkim office; that’s the closest I’ve ever been too…
Sorry for the absence: out one week, busy on return and then caught by the flu… 😉
Blogtrotter Two is still waiting for you in Algiers… Enjoy and have a great week!
loved the 2nd pic!
So nice and beautiful pic….Sikkim is one of the favorite place of mine. I feel ther like a heaven. Thanks so much for sharing.
that’s almost a poem!
Every nook and corner of Sikkim is beautiful…those majestic mountains the valleys…there is endless beauty to enjoy!
Hope to visit one day this beautiful place.
I so want to got to all the north eastern states of India.
So nice! makes me want to go there NOW!!
Anu= chalo, lets go NOW!! 🙂
fantastic shot and description!
Great !! 🙂 You are a poet !!! and Sikkim is the inspiration !!!