September 13, 2021/
With every changing seasons, the clouds in high skies of Mussoorie and Landour have always mesmerized me. It’s a miracle, how, the shapeless…
With every changing seasons, the clouds in high skies of Mussoorie and Landour have always mesmerized me. It’s a miracle, how, the shapeless…
Found a road, which was less travelled,With a faith of finding new hope;But to my despair, I found barren mountains,Trees cut from the…
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