Starry Starry Night.

Most people rarely stop to gaze up, to see the wonder of the night sky, except maybe to wish upon a star, every once in a while. The myth goes, that when bodies die, they die; but the souls and spirits live on, perhaps turning into stars. "For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars, makes me dream." I can still remember, my grand father teaching me how to find the North Star, when I was a little girl. He said to trace the "Ursa Minor" till you get to the tip of it, and to stop at the brightest star. One thing is for sure - if you learn to do that, you will never be lost.

There's nothing quite as magical as the cover of sparkling stars on the never-ending setting of the 'Kotgarh' sky. The woody scent of the pine resin is soothing and you know, that the forest isn't very far away. The night is quiet, occasionally broken by the shrill cry of an owl, or the grunt of a bear, digging up its favorite root. The smell of burnt firewood in the distance, carried along with the faint breeze, totally consumes your senses. You lie there in the still of the night, gazing at the marvelous sky, so clear and bright, as if attempting to relay some sort of a heavenly message.

Gosh! It feels so good to be home.