Whenever called upon to draw a landscape in my art classes in school, I had always drawn some version of a paradise I had always had at the back of my mind – a solitary house at the base of rolling meadows, a clear mountain stream flowing down from towering peaks in the background while some ducks paddle their way across the stream to the vast expanse of untouched meadows at the other side. To be able to see an even closer version of your idea of a perfect landscape was such a surreal moment that, truth be told, I could not help but feel goosebumps!!
It is 02:00 am on a cold October night. I am waiting for a train; a train that will take me far away. I know where I hope this train will take me, but I don’t know for sure. But it doesn’t matter. How can it not matter to me where this train will take me?Read more "MY FIRST TRYST WITH BAVARIAN ALPS – Memoirs From Berchtesgaden National Park"