“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than what we could learn from the books.” - John Lubbock
Mountains have a stunning beauty, a coldly savage and addictive quality that is difficult to resist and dangerous to ignore. They make you feel so tiny yet so big in your heart; confident and yet so vulnerable. Some say they touch your soul, I say they deepen it. Have you ever found yourself staring at your room wall for no reason, or have you ever struggled to phase into the real world after being in their shadow for a week. Well, if you have, then that is when you know they have conquered you. They give you the rare joy of connecting and embracing the inconsistencies like unknown companions. They teach you to live with the differences and achieve unity, not uniformity, for uniformity brings along boredom.
The crackling of unbundled blocks of snow under my feet as I walked on the rickety formations of Chadar still resonates in my ears when I sleep. Still, I tend to slip in my deep sound sleep like I did when I traversed that frozen sheet of ice.
