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Maybe all of you know that i have been writing a story for quite some time. Murmur of The Lonely Brook is set in this amazing place. Now, its difficult to maintain two blogs. So http://debashisdey.com will be the new destination for my updates. Also you can find all the previous posts there. Please...
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First, my apologies for not updating this blog for quite some time. The Internet connection at Sangla is painful and I am yet to get a Broadband connection. However, I must tell you about Pin Valley – a spectacular valley hidden in Spiti. We went there about a month back but the landscape still...
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Across the winding roads in the dense of the hills among the mist and fogs amidst the unknown thrills… On days which are bright on days which are grey across the mountain trails I love to lose my way… Tracing the lonely tune from a far away flute.. of some shepherd boy on some...
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Winter landscape is a 360 degree white panorama and it takes an eagle-eye to find a break in this white-land – be it in the form of some dried bush adorning puffs of snow or a fence half-submerged or a black cow trying to tread through five feet of snow. Somehow I like this...
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The first major snowfall came in a bit early … maybe Mother Nature wanted us to have a taste of the coming days and get prepared or maybe it was the gift from the distant civilization contributing to global warming and changed weather pattern… I don’t know. It was a cloudy morning after a...
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Winter is approaching – and this time it may be early. Already we see frosted dew on grass in the morning standing in stiff reminder of the last night’s cold.  The fields reflect a desolate look trying to provide sometimes a forgotten grain to the picking birds or a strand of grass to the...
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There are few people in this world who will find the shrill voice of a kid goat pleasant and sweet… one of them is my better half who cherishes such early morning yelling of the said creature along with his kid-lamb friend. Incidentally I have named them Nishad and Ishad khan (no disrespect of...
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It is common knowledge that we count sheep while sleeping… but did you know that this particular species in a baby format is responsible to break my early morning pleasant sojourn with his not so pleasant calls for the past few days! My landlord has recently brought this innocent creature from his herd as...
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Fulaich is the annual flower fesitval of Kinnaur and is held on the 20th of the Hindu month of Bhadra (around 4th Sept. this year) / This is celebrated over a four-five day period when boys go up to remote hilltops and bring down exotic flowers. After which men and women dance around to...
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Mornings are different now… its like the festival days of my childhood.. each day i wait anxiously for the clock to display the obtuse of 5 am… our cats also wake up with me and start nagging for food. After which a quick tea with lemon, ginger (no sachet) – all fresh… Opening the...
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Chitkul, the last Indian village before the Tibet or China border is hardly 10 Km away and about 25 mins drive from Rakcham. As my friends from delhi were traveling to Chitkul, I decided to hike a ride. The weather was cloudy with occasional sunshine as we crossed a dense Pine forest on our...
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A few days back, we went for a walk across the river. The pebbled path goes far into the fields and we were occasionally greeted by women folk who went in groups with lunch packs for tending the crops. Mid way we decided to change the route and followed a narrow trail which allured...
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