
Margalla Hills, Islamabad | For Parikhit Dutta.
I can smell the winters stepping in,
forging towards me,
with its cold feet and frosty screams.
I can feel the Zephyr breathing magic,
stars dusting sparkles,
and the moon singing a lullaby to me.
I can hear the train carriages,
whistling in the fields far away,
as the train makes its way
through the breeze.
I can feel the winters coming in,
and into me,
making me fade away into the ecstasy.
Heya, beautiful souls, I hope you are ready for the winters as I really feel like the winters are ready to come ๐ I am super excited for the frost and wish that it might come soon <3 Well, one of my favorite bloggersย Parikhit Duttaย told me yesterday that he has this wish of visiting the hills of Islamabad. As I went out on a hangout today, I hit upon an idea to capture some nice, fresh pictures of the hills from the window and so I did. This is for you Parikhit! I love you. Ignore the reflection of the shop’s lights on the window, please. ๐ <3 Enjoy! ๐







Nirant Gurav
Now dis is something adorable place to relax out , such a wonderful place in Islamabad ๐๐๐
Have u visited here ? Zaru