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TRYST WITH THE HIMALAYAS- PART I



INTO THE HIMALAYAS
 
GUIDING THE LONELY TRAVELLER



IBEX!!!!

Brrrrr!!!!

CONQUERER OF MOUNTAINS!

NATURE AS THE ARCHITECT

212 EME... Lovely Hospitality! :)


THE SUN DISAPPEARING BEYOND THE HILLS AT KHARU, LADAKH

THIKSEY MONASTERY

THE VIEWS JUST DON'T CEASE TO AMAZE ONE

1ST LOOK- PANGONG SA

THE SERENE BLUES

MYSTIFIED BY THE MAGICAL HUES

PARADIGM SHIFT?!

REACHING OUT INTO THE COLD
... en route to Khardong La


Aww!!!!

PICTURE POSTCARD PERFECT!




MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH PANGONG.... Continues!



THE NEW INHABITANTS... MIGRANTS?


NATURE'S CANVAS!

WHEN INSPIRATION STRUCK...

...AND MORE BIRDIES ;)
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