Its morning 6:00 in Aravalli Ranges

I slept early tonight to witness the behavior of early morning cold in mount abu, its 6:00 in the clock and the “kuber” of flora always found painted in natural green color of trees all around was appearing white this morning. After the warm night of 6 short hours under the thick soft blanket, I want to sleep more, standing on the terrace with shoulders down as the leather jacket is too heavy and yet not strong to escape the morning cold of Abu. ice-in-mount-abu-1

There is a smile on my face don’t know why but m in love the weather, as if I have lost maself in the shadow of Arbudnachal, m rubbing m hands equivalent to velocity of Sachin’s straight drive, I can see the white cold air m breathing in. Should I sleep as the velvet of the blanket was so sweet to forget or stay here for next one hour living the Abu deep through ma soul. ice-in-mount-abu-3

I couldn't drain the water I forget in a dish plate last night as it has now converted into tough white ice, I can see the children jumping and enjoying the ice candy made naturally by the nature of Abu. Ma phone rings at 0700 hours, she was a friend asking for an Abu drive, I rushed for hand gloves and get into the sports shoes, I couldn’t make out who painted ma deep violet car in cotton white and wipers denied to clear the wind shield, she is sitting next but not interested in me and m not in her, coz its nature flirting with us and we are loving it. ice-in-mount-abu-15

Leaf are lazy to move, trees are still sleeping and the birds sound what else u think, there is a U turn ahead where Sun can found and orange ball that I use to escape yesterday today its finding fun playing hide and seek with me. Its morning 6:00 in Aravalli ranges and m falling in love with Abu.