These patterns of windmill were little different

Feeling the Wind in Chalkewadi Windmill Farm

“I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all”.
The Wind is what I am writing about.
“Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.”
What better place than Chalkewadi Windmill Farm to feel the wind?

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Thoseghar Waterfalls

Thoseghar Again

I go back to Thoseghar again and again. There are so many reasons behind it. It is so close to Pune and there are a couple of beautiful waterfalls and the rain has not yet ended and the road to Thoseghar is breathtaking and there are opportunities to watch birds. I close my eyes to see the pictures of vast green valleys echoing with the calls of peafowl which is ingrained deep into my soul. So, again to Thoseghar.

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The Resort with the Lake view

Getting drenched in Sharavathi Adventure Camp

Rain rain go away
Come again on Monday
I have to roam around on Sunday
You already spoiled my Saturday”
I kept on saying since Saturday evening. While the cloud went on pouring its content in full might. We entered the Sharavathi Adventure Camp by the forest in the hill with the blue Talakalale lake flowing by.

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Meeting the Famous Four in Jog Falls

Once upon a time there lived four bosom friends, by the rocky edges of a green mountainside. Oh! I should have said there live four bosom buddies since ages. In abundance and in scarcity they go side by side. They even go fat and lean in togetherness. They are Raja, Roarer, Rocket and Rani. My story revolves around these four characters.

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Mulshi lake in dry season

Monsoon ride through Mulshi and Tamhini Ghat

The much-awaited monsoon is here again. The vegetation around has taken up a fresh look. The tall branches of the trees have covered themselves up under the blanket of leafy green. The thick layer of shrubs and grasses embraces the rejoicing soil. The stony structures get a new paint of moss. Thus the monsoon rejuvenates every thirsty soul giving them a new look. Yes, the monsoon is here again.

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