The rain transforms her into a bride Dressed in a sparkling green ghagra choli With the white clouds, her chunari, I say, don’t be coy, please don’t hide Let me embrace you, and make you mine.. – The hills, my monsoon bride, written by Prachi I feel grateful to be able to enjoy the rain,Continue reading “Monsoon Traveling near Pune – Panchgani and Lonavla”
Starry Eyed Enigma 