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By a crosswalk where I had been waiting, a man appeared before me and remarked, with gleaming eyes and assumed familiarity, that he was embracing movements in a fast-paced urban milieu. At the adjacent subway station, I was amused to catch a glimpse of a group of drunken revellers baring bosom and buttocks to each other with humour, in a New York minute. Disparity exists here, too. Posted by Manisha D Hegde. On March 9, 2017 in New York City.

Chronicles of walks, long and short. This post is about one of my favourite Spiti stories. The last two years have been very kind, filled with many walks in new places. However, went into hibernation. When I re-visited it, I felt like it was time to have a new place to share all my photographs and stories.

Musings, memories and some total randomness . Tuesday, September 3, 2013. That gushes past you like an unsuspected whiff of breeze. Reading a sentence that makes you see magic in words. Of how weaving of phrases can make you feel special and give you a strange feeling of light-headedness. Of finding a comrade who gets the same feeling as you just by seeing those turns of phrases. Listening to a song that makes you close your eyes and float on the notes.