Snowy vermont...

On one of the snowy weekends of January 2009, we set out on a trip to Vermont.

The sight of dazzling snow by the sides of highways were spectacular. Our first stop was Basketville, a store in Putney famous for hand made baskets and wooven products. They have some eclectic collection of baskets at moderate prices.

We had booked a room at a nice B&B. It was a 19th century building converted to an inn. The citing of recent sightings of paranormal activities in the inn's website made the stay all the more exciting. During our stay, we did find something strange. All the other rooms on our floor was un-occupied... But through out the night we could hear two people murmuring...

The next day we went to a small country store near by. You could find a lot of yesteryear brands and curios here. The toys we used to play, old style candies, old brands of soaps...a tons of stuffs like that.. It was a refreshing memory trip down our childhood days..

The scenery was nice as we drove our way through the sides of the connecticut river. With the white frozen waters, hardly could we define the border of the river from the snow covered bank.

Next in our itinerary was a tour of the Harpoon brewery. Having reached there early we got enough time to browse through the store. The next one hour was a journey into the brewing of one of the worlds oldest beverages, from the picking of the malted barley and hops to the yeast which went till the fermention and storage of beer in large casks and afterwards followed by another hour of beer tasting ceremony...

With the early setting winter sun, we decided to get back to our room. On the way, the beauty of another exquisite small town forced us to stop for a little walk through its streets overlooking the white frosty mountain...

I will continue with the day 2 details and pics in another post.

Ramblings..

He is holding her hands and comforting her. She can feel her heart bursting with joy as if that is the most awaited moment in her life. Is it a dream? No.. Hes standing right infront of her. She can see his smile. She close her eyes and shake her head so as to get out of the dream. Still he's smiling at her.

She was lost in thoughts all through the day. She had something to prove. Her mind was unsettled. She was contemplating her dream. She didnt know him or atleast she knew him, thats some thing positive. But she never talked to him. She was least interested in him. That would be more correct. He was one of those shabby boys in the class. She herself was not one of the popular gals in the class. But atleast shes not in the despicable group.

Then why did she had that dream. This was something that never crossed her mind. She remember her grandmother once saying we dream about what we wish in life. She wasnt very much convinced with that theory then. People have good and bad dreams. Bad dreams can never be something that they wish to happen in their life. So she was correct and now she has something to prove it. She attributed her dream to the busy schedule she was having for the past one week. Too much work can play tricks with your mind.

(to be contd..)