In my himalayan sojourn..
From the humdrum of daily lives, to a magical, mysterious, faraway land,
Without emails, conversations and deadlines competing for my attention,
I had time to fill as I’d like — sights of clouds rolling over mountain, sounds of birds chirping, and stillness of the lake.
A trip on the lake with the world mirrored in it.
Stillness calmed my mind, Mountain air filled my lungs,
Hours slided by like minutes — I felt light.
Edge of the mountain, I held tight to the ground,
Oblivious to the beautiful view that lay ahead.
Wind blew again, fear crept in,
I ran reluctantly this time and jumped into the horizon.
Lush green meadows — a view to glide for!
Free from the accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence — all of it temporarily forgotten!
Ice and Rain!
Greeted with sloppy roads and trucks lined up in a long serpentine queue,
Rode on the edge, along the gorge.
My heart skipped beats as I looked down at the drop of 12,000 feet,
True to its hype, Zozila was the most treacherous mountain pass.
Dawn and dusk, Highs to lows,
Sandwiched between sheer cliffs and river stream,
Grandeur left me with wide-eyed wonder.
Jagged edges and ruby coloured terrains one minute, only to twist suddenly into rounded domes, forming sand-castles.
Living out of a backpack,
As a tiny speck in the mighty mountain,
I realised how insignificant my problems are.
Sand storm hissed through the air,
Snow flakes kissed my skin,
Hot springs blissed my soul,
Each day passed from horizon to horizon,
Giving way to star sprinkled sky.
Such experiences, memories —
Free from the clutter,
With new ideas and thoughts,
I returned home as a stranger,
Sharing stories time and again with my friends and family.
“A MIND THAT IS STRETCHED BY A NEW EXPERIENCE CAN NEVER GO BACK TO ITS OLD DIMENSIONS”.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr