Chandwad is a small hill station for us - the Malegaonkars. It's hardly 1 hour away from Malegaon & Nashik.
I clicked this picture in the Rahud Ghat, which falls just before Chandwad. Clouds spread across the sky to welcome tourists & trekkers.
I recall a "not so nice" memory that occured in sometime in the past and at the same place; but I now realize that it's just a part of destiny. However; on the contrary, I was compelled to forget that "not so nice" memory because of the weather & the beauty of nature.
Old houses, familiar doors. It feels like yesterday that those doors were always open for the world. Never were they slammed on someone's face as it rained outside. Laughter and radio could be heard from whatever paradise that existed beyond them. Suddenly, the trust was broken and the house was robbed. Once the utopia started to burn, the doors were locked forever and the laughter died and the radio broke.