My little cousin sister came visiting. She isn't so little anymore. But I feel as protective as ever. These photos are from my trip to the Niligiri Hills. It was really beautiful and I will post more photos soon.
For now I leave you with this slightly melancholic poem ...
A sheepish wind, Blows a yellow leaf, From her tenuous bindings, With an unsuitable tree.
Twirl, twirl, Like treacherous time, Unwinds the screw, That fixed my hopes and wantings.
Captured by my longing gaze, She duly waits, For turbid time, To take its course.