What was I awaiting?. The call from nowhere. And then, out of the pine forests - HELLO SIR, HOW ARE YOU, SIVA CALLING!!!. I danced the Tandava. He should be calling soon yet again, and of course preparing for the trip South- sometime in Feb, hopefully.
One can still hear the whisper of the mountains, feel the soft snow melting on the cheeks, nostrills flaring. He knew where one ought to be - the Valley of the Gods. there, in the midst of nothing, Shunya, I hear the spells of nature - life breathing in the exotic. Where is the Meseleuthe?.
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