When i was little we used to go to the hills for our summer holidays. On this particular one we were staying for more than a week in a cottage nestled in the then sleepy hills of ranikhet.
Dad woke us up at 5 in the morning. It was just twilight then and we all went out for a short walk upto the pine hills. Dad's secret purpose was to click a photograph of us in the early morning light. (If i remember corrently he had bribed us with ice-cream the previous night to get up early in the morning). Anyways so we trudged after him in the cold - me, bhaiya and mummy to the pine trees lining the mountains. Dad took quite a lot of time to take the pictures. If you look at them now you can see me and bhaiya as two bundles of warm clothing huddling close to Mum to beat the cold. Complete in our woollen scarves (the navy blue ones) sleepy eyes and smiles. Mummy is looking beautiful in her pink sari and a shawl drawn over. The mist is arising from the forest behind us. And Dad got his favourite pine trees in the background. One of the best pictures we have in the family.
"Life's dissapointments are harder to take
when you don't know any swear words" - C & H
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