Have seen lushful green highlands , bare tall mountains seasoned with green grass - moss , and crossing clouds , sailing high and low , all grey but in drizzling mood. If you are lucky enough you can meet the rainbow on a bright day, though sun rests underneath the grey puffs. Somewhere across Lonavala there
comes a waterfall, and most of the times you are left with the suppressed echo of falling waters....too many photocentrics roam around enjoying seasoned corn . But beyond all yahoos of selfies and noisy crowd , the echoes creep into your mind and say : stop wasting your time, wander around, there is so much more to explore. For a regular day rains are nothing but raincoats - mud - umbrella - sneezes and if very fortunate it ranges to snack delicacies...but when roads call you the entire definition changes, dimensions get a complete different angle. Suddenly the inborn photographer within you demands an exposure and eyes become hungry for natural bites of scenery. Suddenly rains become your inspiration and the jewellery of these rude rough lifeless bare highlands.
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