Dehradun: nature and landscape

Dehradun, the capital of the third largest Himalayan state in India, Uttarakhand, is like an auditorium for mountain lovers, which showcases the beauty of the dramatic Himalayas and it’s surrounding natural kingdom. The snow crowned peaks as sharp as an arrow with their inclined limestone beds which are the very reason for the formation and…

Peak-a-boo

  Bandarpunch peak as seen from Mussoorie hill station. Mussoorie, Uttarakhand.

Unstoppable

  There’s a certain charm to the Himalayan streams. The whitish-grey limestones add to the perfection. Some rocks that are broken and shoved downstream by the force have perfectly fallen in place, while others are still on a journey with the river. Some are resilient and try not to give up as the cold river…

Traditional travellers

Everyone loves the idea of travelling to new places and returning home with a memory card filled with pictures. No sooner have we shared those mandatory travel selfies with our near and dear ones than we want to hit the road again. We long for travelling. For us it is a change from our daily…

Exploring the minute

When my mom looked at this image she said, she thought these were bangles. I know, they pretty much resemble them, but in fact it is a thread wound on a thread roll. It looks really thick, doesn’t it? For, this is a macro shot. Macro images make things look bigger than their actual size. Photography experts often…

Get up, stand up

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You stand shivering in some dirty dormitory with no clue of how you got there. A while ago, you were at your house and now you are in this dark place along with your family and friends. You have no memory of how you got there or…

Home away from home

  Thirsty and completely drenched in sweat we kept walking longing to reach our next location. Individual mapping; a group exercise assigned to us as a part of the fieldwork sounded fun initially, but eventually each one of us got the feeling of being a Bear Grylls dropped on an isolated island, challenged to survive on his…

The Blue hour

It was dawn. It was all dark. The sun; still hiding. The birds twittered in melodious notes. The dawn chorus echoed repeatedly. A cheerful noise filled the place. I inhaled a bit of fresh air. I waited there. As the sun leisurely rose behind the hills; it silhouetted them against it’s bright light. It kissed the rocks with it’s radiant rays…