The sensual flow of her is etched into every twist and turn of the basin. The sculpted path she draws is a silent vow that she will return when the clouds once again lower their heavy gaze upon the earth. When they release their burden, she will dance again. 

She walks in the shadows, merging into the forest. All of a sudden, fog descends upon the meadows and hides her from view. She moves like a small rivulet flowing unseen, hidden from everyone’s eyes, deep inside the forest.

यात्रा करने के कारण हमें एक अवसर मिलता है जिससे हम सीख सकते है और उसी के साथ ही अपने अंदर झांक सकते है । महिला यात्रियों के लिए, यह...