July 12, 2017

Morning in Tosh

I remember the childhood days when I used to sleep in my mother’s lap. She would sing some sweet lullaby and I would go in some different horizon for hours. But here, I was lost in the lap of Mother Nature. And sound of insects, the chirr was nothing less than any lullaby. The ambient sound was so soothing. And the cold night, with natural purity, the blue night started