Religious rays

It's dawn in Sikkim. I walk along the slopes towards a village near Gangtok. The skies are turning into the bluest blue. The clouds resting on the valley, like a blanket of cotton are waking up and rising upward. The air is filled with a drone of insects telling me that it will be a clear day.

I feel close to everything. And above all I feel close to myself. It is an old feeling, life made me forget. I am remembering now.

Travelling alone is a joy.


Note - These flags are made by the Buddhist monks with religious script written on them.