I am back from the majestic mountains and I have no poetry in me, again. Just plain random prose. And a handful of colours, and some 5GB of memories.
I also have enough smiles to last me for the next two months.
And a love that is so jarringly silent.
For now, only this.
And the fact that I have left a tiny part of myself at the foot of the Banjhakri falls.