I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee,
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company.
I clicked the photograph by the Nako Lake in Spiti in July 2014. Nothing resounded with it better than the master’s words, William Wordsworth’s words.
More on Spiti and Kinnaur coming soon.
Yours truly, Shikha.