Memories of "UTTARAKHAND"

Since, i am here.

But i always wish to be there.

It is land of "Uttarakhand".

The land of God (Abode of god) in itself.

I miss, the incredible beauty, the trees, the mountains, the forests and the circular paths.

And the way that “chawal” was called as a bhaat.

I miss those countless lands, where i used to jump.

Which never fail to give goose-bump.

The craze for hisalu, kafal, plum, ghughut, bedu was not less.

Similarly, The wonder for snail, bagh, scorpion grass make me feel bless.

Phool-dei, harela, panchami, uttaraini, sankranti are our festival.

For us, they are like a carnival.

Dubuk, rajod, maduwa, chachiya, churkani, jhoi, aloo ke gutke are our dish.

No-one can ever let them miss.

Bal-mithai, kunj are mouthwatering sweet.

Thats how we used to greet.

Bedu pako, tak taka tak are our party song.

Which gave us feel, so strong.

The people are simple, honest and hard working.

I have lot to say as pages are turning.

The air in itself, makes you feel divine.

May this beauty always shine.