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 ๐Ÿ™‚ 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. ๐Ÿ˜€ <3 Enjoy! ๐Ÿ™‚

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