The Village Where Time Slows – An Ode To Samode
I went for a day, just passing through,
With no itinerary and nothing to do;
Was instinct perhaps, or an urge, or a call
To a village where the days don’t rush at all.
I went for a day, just passing through,
With no itinerary and nothing to do;
Was instinct perhaps, or an urge, or a call
To a village where the days don’t rush at all.
A cozy stay in a mountain inn right in the middle of the city of Leh in Ladakh—where the light came in differently and so did the quiet.
There are cities that shine in the sun, and then there are the quieter ones, you know, the ones that wait for rain.