I close my eyes and sit back....I feel the chill on my face, I feel the freshness of the greens in the air I breathe, I feel the music of nature around me...Yes, she calls me, calls me all the time.
Himalayas and I have a strange love hate relationship. I can’t remember when exactly did I romance her for the first time, but it seems like ages that I first saw her, yet, every time I see her, it’s like skippin the beat of a first love struck heart! She brings out the best of emotions in me....love, romance, excitement, awe, humility, inspiration. Himalayas are my second home. Sometimes, I feel there is more to our naïve relation than I can see.
More so, I suffer from vertigo and every time I go up to mountains, I am scared, but there is a strange force that makes me overpower this fear. My rendezvous with her brings a strange smile on my face, a smile similar to that of a first date, may be also the source of my courage. Every time I visit her, I am lost in her beauty, her shades of green, brown and white, her majestic height almost kissing the blue sky and her overwhelming presence.
The narrow roads meandering through her vast expanse looks like the folds of her green robe, the glittering due drops like pearls strew over her dress and the golden glow of twilight makes her look even more sensuous.
I grew up seeing her, I dreamt big while traversing her expanse. Every time I visited her, I left behind a part of me…and now when I look back
…….I realize that in some of those roads lie scattered some of my dreams that she gave me, the ambitions that define me……..
………..I realize that the glitter of her morning dew gave the brightness I still live with, the open expanse of my mind that taught me to be happy in life…….
………….I realize that the glow of her twilight is my strength, I realize there is a part of her in me. .......O mighty himalayas.. I thank you for being with me.
Himalayas and I have a strange love hate relationship. I can’t remember when exactly did I romance her for the first time, but it seems like ages that I first saw her, yet, every time I see her, it’s like skippin the beat of a first love struck heart! She brings out the best of emotions in me....love, romance, excitement, awe, humility, inspiration. Himalayas are my second home. Sometimes, I feel there is more to our naïve relation than I can see.
More so, I suffer from vertigo and every time I go up to mountains, I am scared, but there is a strange force that makes me overpower this fear. My rendezvous with her brings a strange smile on my face, a smile similar to that of a first date, may be also the source of my courage. Every time I visit her, I am lost in her beauty, her shades of green, brown and white, her majestic height almost kissing the blue sky and her overwhelming presence.
The narrow roads meandering through her vast expanse looks like the folds of her green robe, the glittering due drops like pearls strew over her dress and the golden glow of twilight makes her look even more sensuous.
I grew up seeing her, I dreamt big while traversing her expanse. Every time I visited her, I left behind a part of me…and now when I look back
…….I realize that in some of those roads lie scattered some of my dreams that she gave me, the ambitions that define me……..
………..I realize that the glitter of her morning dew gave the brightness I still live with, the open expanse of my mind that taught me to be happy in life…….
………….I realize that the glow of her twilight is my strength, I realize there is a part of her in me. .......O mighty himalayas.. I thank you for being with me.
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