tra-verse

When the journey uphill seemed an uphill task, & when the destination was nowhere in sight, when the initial scenes looked commonplace & when the stench of horse dung became emetic, I wondered if I…

There are landscaped gardens carefully tended by old hands & there are secret gardens tended by the daedal hands of Nature. These untouched utopias may not be as well-manicured as earthlings would have fashioned them.…

Willowy wispy trees, shimmering moats, sinewy boughs looking up to the firmament, fairy cherry blossoms sprinkling a gentle scent ―if you wish to behold these & that too at leisure, do not miss Osaka! After…