On my way to my village, there's always a vast green sea with tinges of yellow (mustard flowers)...Acres and acres of land filled with wheat, rice and everything staple...Endless roads lined with such natural beauty...Brick rooms holding water motors...Rivers with gushing waters...Clear skies and an a chilling wind outside...At times, the disturbance of vehicles honking spoils the serenity of the moment

The famous Golden temple, Harmandir Sahib. You'd be shocked to know that the temple's history dates back to the 1500s. The ninth guru arrived at the temple on the occasion of Diwali (Deepavali) after fighting a war against Mughal forces. And this temple (more likely the surroundings) also had to suffer violence and bloodshed during the 1984 Project Bluestar during which an all-sikh group (known as Khalistanis) were attacked by the police and army force(under the orders of Indira Gandhi) for petitioning for a separate country for the Sikhs, Khalistan. History aside, it a very beautiful sight. And for devotees, its plays great importance to be able to have the darshan of the temple...

Just in case you're wondering what this is...This is my mom's paternal house with the typical indian hand-made bed. This picture was taken 10 years ago.

That's me, holding my then baby cousin, Babel, my younger brother, Amman, my sister, Sharan and my other cousin, Neelam...In the bliss of childhood and adorableness...

How I wish I could be in India now...Just unwinding and idling all day...Away from the fast pace of the city life...