Moon Reflections on the Ganga

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And the last puff of the day wind brought from the unseen villages, the scent of damp wood-smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth and rotting pine cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps into the blood of a man, that man will at the last, forgetting all else, return to the hills to die.
                                         Rudyard Kipling

 

The smell and feel of the Ganga as it flows through the Himalayas as the moon comes up over the mountains and you catch the reflections on the flowing waters is something you will want to come back to.

Laxman Jhula-Rishikesh-India

 

 

 

 

 

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About prashant bhatt

A doctor in Imaging, photographer, writer likes to read and travel. A regular diarist, journaling since 1983 Reading journal : gracereadings.com
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