a tryst with lenses

A fiery sunset...

A long long time ago, at the stroke of midnight, when the moon was high in the night sky, standing right across me were the glittering Himalayas.....

Mt. Trishul as seen on a November Evening

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

Robert Frost

An early morning view of Nainital.

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