Tintin travellers Hanky Panky Revellers on the Ridge Waiting for snow to fall On the Mall, Town Hall Everywhere on Shimla hills The Ridge wearing Fluffy white cloak Under golden rays Of bright Sun The Church Nearer to heaven Seven to seven Tintin travellers Roaming, romancing and dancing On the Ridge With bizarre fragrances Waiting for snow to fall On the Mall, Town Hall Everywhere on Shimla hills Looting the thrill Footing the bills Moulding flaky snow Into Jacks and Jills Projectiles of snowballs Hitting noses and chins Fond memories of Queen of Hills Tintin travellers waiting To carry with them
Tourists and snowfall in Shimla, Himachal Pradesh, India.
What is this? Mom, quickly, please tell me! It's fluffy, and falling from heaven! Reminds me of insects or petals but sparkles like little white crystals – so bright and incredibly pretty. I have to now, instantly, get it! What is this thing? I simply must know! Mom! Dad! "Honey," "Dear, this is just snow."
So cold was today, gloomy and grey that none of my friends wanted to play. Now it's all fluffy, snowy outside— there's no way I'm staying inside!
about the excitement of seeing snow for the first time
When it snows, the airy white petals falls on the alps and rests. The mountains wear the white cloak with pride, as the gift from the high above and I enjoy the majestic morning view of the creator from my humble abode.
I look at you .. your countenance and demeneour .. how one eyes follows the other and curls of your hair address this courtship unknowingly .. and at a gaze when all at once, my eyes brush off your glance, . hiding in plain sight, what our gentle nudges couldn't hide ..
You do not say .. in fear and worry for what might, I do not ask .. illusions of my habits overcomes.. and yet, we nurture that infinitesimally small fire .. hoping meekly in our hearts .. that something or some force would cater to our reconciliation .. but it never does.