Most people seem to associate spring with colours. But winter has colours too. Beautiful ones at that. There are shades and shades of grey and white and lilac and blue. I find this season enticing and full of possibilities, much more than any other season. When young, I loved autumn, for autumn in Kashmir is a swirl of red, rust, persimmon, coral, flame-orange and taupe. Winter, buried under a cover of snow, was mostly white, white and white. Or maybe, I wasn't looking at it as I look at winter in Shimla.
Shimla's hazy shades of winter as Paul Simon would call them.
Shimla's hazy shades of winter as Paul Simon would call them.
Time, time, time, see whats become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
Thats an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, its the springtime of my life
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Wont you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
Theres a patch of snow on the ground...
(Paul Simon, 1966, Bookends)
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Hi, am a first time visitor to your blog...came across it through criss-crosing links while looking fo information on Himachal and Shimla. And have already spent a long time reading through some of your posts. Great photos, expecially these ones of mist.
Interesting blog. Am glad I came across it. I'll be adding a link to it, on my blog (hope that is okay).
And, look forward to visiting again.
Cheers.
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