1st visit: April 2008
2nd visit: December 16-20, 2010
3rd visit: December 2011
4th visit: April 24-27, 2014
Now imagine this, one cold and crisp afternoon, just before dusk, some streaks of bright orange rays of sunset make its way through branches
of trees, you are having wine and beer by the fireplace beside the glass and
wooden cabin, which lodged up the hill, hidden behind piles of old and
young pine trees, the surroundings is slowly getting covered by early evening
fog, the only sounds that you hear are the swish and swoosh of pine leaves
and the chirps of unknown creatures, the smell of fresh pine leaves dominating
your senses. You wished that the moment
would never end and you find your self wished for forever.