As if i was a part of one of the movie scenes where cold was a part of the living, and heritage was draped with green lust.. all we could see was foggy hands and feet and dark silhouettes walking through the crowds while streetlights at a distance and little shops paved the way to the road and all you could feel was the cold breeze caressing you face.. horses, and red radishes, giant roots and beautiful depths to surround you..
this was my second trip to mahabaleshwar and it was undoubtedly the most amazing one.
had the best people around ,long game nights, and the best time i suppose around to enjoy the dew.
Here is how i saw it. here is how i felt it.