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Morning bells are ringing ......

Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books.
Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night.
My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape......
No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is  the awesome time ....Of waking up to the sound of the church bell ringing over that picture postcard town and of opening my eyes to the lofty snow covered peaks,,,,,of sitting in the park  surrounded by flowers and feeling the sense of silence seeping in, melting into my being like a breath of fresh air....
Happy times are premium, and I have learnt to be grateful and not take them for granted - I have learn to appreciate the arms that hold me tight and of the sunshine that warms the cockles of my heart.
To a holiday that will remain in my dreams....Amen !

"Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow,
'Till you find your dream.
A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life
For as long as you live."


The Sound Of Music - Climb Every Mountain Lyrics |

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  1. Aha... Monta bhore gelo re...!!! Jemon tor lekha temon gaan.. Nostalgia... Oshadharon.... Carry on Mithu
    .. Will be looking forward to your future posts..

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  2. Aha... Monta bhore gelo re...!!! Jemon tor lekha temon gaan.. Nostalgia... Oshadharon.... Carry on Mithu
    .. Will be looking forward to your future posts..

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  3. are you an English Literature teacher?

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    1. No ...:) laugh laugh laugh Never liked the Bard , so studied Political science :D

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  4. you dont seem to be bad at all in English pros either :)

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  5. nice write up ,loved your last lines being aware of what you have and being grateful for that you have is truly called Life

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    1. Thanks for visiting - be my guest. And I loved your blogs too.

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  6. Lovely description! Really enjoyed reading.

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