We were on a road trip to Goa, this past week.
The beauty of road trip is the freedom to halt and enjoy the landscape that arrests your eye while you drive.
We had the Western Ghats keeping us company for the major part of the trip.
This part of the range looked like a palimpsest.
The mountain ranges forming layers behind the film of early morning fog. The blue sky painting it in different shades of blue.
The farthest layer is barely visible but for its tiny grey crest.
The middle layer with its barren patches in brown, capturing all your attention.
Then the final layer indented with shrubs and trees, reflecting the bright sun.
We did spent quite some time here.
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