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secrets of seattle

Road Trip to Mt. Rainier : Rise Above

Mt. Rainier is around 2.5 hours drive from Seattle. However, if you don’t hike or ski then the primary source of enjoyment on the trip has to be the glorious vistas on your way to the various famous view points. One late sunny morning, 10 of us piled into 2 cars and punched in the address to the Visitor centre of Mt Rainier. The picturesque drive starts much before you reach the mountain summit, but prepare for slow moving traffic.…

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Rambles, Rhymes and Tales

rebellion

she’d not seen yellow butterflies take over the strawberry patch or the beds of nasturtiums, dog flowers, and phlox in the garden. she hadn’t run through yellow mustard fields under wide open skies, and felt the drag of wind in her hair, the rub and scratch of mustard greens on her arms and legs. she had never seen buttercups growing wild on a hillside. no, she’d never seen or felt any of that. she had lived all her life in…

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indi Poetry

i don’t look at you any more

  i don’t look at you any more for i think you’re the same every day yet you aren’t, are you the light falls differently the colours carouse at their own will there’s purple and pink some day some day it’s less orange sometimes more red than you are in the mood for there’s ochre, mocha, and blue and the shapes? what are they called wish i knew streaks and billows shimmery peaks and meadows lashes of a riotous unfettered…

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sarees tell stories

muga and memories

there were always butterflies to chase after and try and catch; powdery colour left behind on your fingers as the winged one found a way to escape your clutches. not just the usual yellow and white butterflies. they were blue and black, brown with large eye like patterns, some had purple streaks, some ornate wings with frilly edges. in the reserve forest there were many more. and there were moths too. big ones, tiny ones, in the house, in the…

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Cherry Blossoms at University of Washington

Delicate tufts of baby pink and pearly white like fresh flakes of snow. Cherry blossoms in bloom herald the start of spring. I like to think of spring season as the time nature allows itself to heal, or atleast the parts that are in its control. Leaves that had withered away in fall, take a shaky first breath as they dare to spring to life all over again. Flowers that could not bear the harsh winter, tentatively start to face…

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Poetry

Mountain Love

Oh mighty mountains! You make me seem so small, I stare at you in awe, whilst you sit out there so tall. I wish that I could be as immortal as you are, But I am only human, I cannot be at par. Our Guest Writer Yangchen Bhutia shares her love for the mighty mountains.. Tell me how it is to witness everything, From adam and his eve, to every human being? You must have seen many kingdoms rise and…

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Now Brewing

Construction to Conservation

construction to conservation

“Once you are a civil engineer, you start seeing the world differently!” I read this quote on somebody’s t-shirt during my college days. I am a B.Tech in Civil Engineering and I still remember how I used to admire……. the winding roads laid out across the most challenging of terrains, the precision with which flyovers were aligned amongst the busiest of cities, the strength of the bearings that withstood the load on these grand bridges, the complex architecture of high-rise…

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An Adventure in Spring

Spring Adventure - A fairytale walk

Once upon a time, on a beautiful morning, when the birds and bees were heralding the arrival of spring, I found myself alone; in a place, that was my home. It wasn’t long before I realised, I knew a warm and handsome guy who was in the mood for an adventure. He is a curious, loyal and dauntless sort of a fellow. A perfect companion when setting out for an adventure. So, we stepped out from the confines of the castle.…

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indi Poetry

the sea writes its own poetry

the sea writes its own poetry the breeze doesn’t care, it sings essays drift by on falling leaves petals wither and tell stories   i have marked my world with limits and laws i have shut out my poetry silenced my song   i undulate and meters get set i whistle through and melody begins i fall and a world gets composed i die and the story is told   where have you hidden your poetry where have you buried…

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