The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 8 years to get that many views.
In 2012, there were 58 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 351 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 175 MB. That’s about 7 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was August 24th with128 views. The most popular post that day was Postcards from Haridwar
Posting photos for the weekly photo challenge theme Happy. I know its little late but better late than never.
For last couple of weekends I have been travelling around Lonavala (near Mumbai) and western ghats region for personal work. I have always loved road journeys and never miss out on enjoying any road trip. The climate in the areas which I just mentioned around this time is absolutely beautiful as the monsoon is preparing to shut the shop for the season. The drive in the monsoon around these areas is absolute delight for person like me. The natural beauty and local people you meet around here will fill your heart with joy.
Posting some of the clicks from last couple of weeks travelling.
P.S. Barring couple of photographs, all are taken from my cell phone camera.
This weeks wordpress weekly photo challenge is Mine. I am posting here one of the indoor clicks which I took some time ago while reading a book.
Books and the whole experience of reading is an symbol of solitude for me. And the experience is what I truly cherish. I am very possessive about my books and share a very special relationship with all the books I read. Since the beginning when I started reading books I have habit of marking and noting down views and my comments in the margins of the book and by the time I finish a book its all the more important for me. I rarely share my books.
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
I always think of cities as organised chaos and being born and brought up in one of the Asian metropolis, I have seen and experienced this chaos which runs deep even inside of people living in these cities.
Somehow, the melange of emotions, people and serendipity keeps this chaos alive. The story continues, the city keeps breathing and organised chaos lives on.