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My small hut of dreams surviving all alone atop of hill covered all around with huge deodar trees of muddy wall and slanting roof sill Ginger and cardamom tea near the orange fire place reading journals I will live , capturing the first snow in days freshly baked potato in oven clay sprinkled rock salt with melted cheese fragrant leaves of corainder lingers on and stays sweet and sour taste of wine from the close by farm of grapes friends and family gather everynight over dinner and United prays bells echoing mystery in the air far from the temples on a difficult mountain where path to heavens looks reachable trekking the rocks in sun and in rain Manisha
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Comforting Hills
My small hut of dreams surviving all alone atop of hill covered all around with huge deodar trees of muddy wall and slanting roof sill Ginger and cardamom tea near the orange fire place reading journals I will live , capturing the first snow in days freshly baked potato in oven clay sprinkled rock salt with melted cheese fragrant leaves of corainder lingers on and stays sweet and sour taste of wine from the close by farm of grapes friends and family gather everynight over dinner and United prays bells echoing mystery in the air far from the temples on a difficult mountain where path to heavens looks reachable trekking the rocks in sun and in rain Manisha
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
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