The Mountains Are Still Calling

Chronicles of a heartsick traveller yearning for the mountains

Sharika Hafeez
Globetrotters

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Living my Lord of the Rings fantasies | Photo by my friend Haala Marikar

I am heartsick for the mountains. I am heartsick for the gentle breeze that sends chills down your spine, for the conifers that stand silent sentinel on the distant hills for bygone eras, for the rivers gushing down below with a rage, carrying with them the remnants of last winter’s snow.

I am heartsick for the sheep grazing on endless pastures, for the weak sunlight filtering in through the canopies of clouds overhead, for the mountain passes that wind through dangerous hillsides and precarious edges.

Once, I strove to be normal. Once, I wrote, I’d rather live a life of mediocrity and peace, than go all out; I’d rather live a quiet, fulfilling life than a loud one, peppered with unpredictability.

But normal isn’t enough anymore. Mediocrity does not satisfy me anymore. Waking up to my familiar four walls and my books make me claustrophobic. I cannot focus on my upcoming finals when my soul still yearns for the mountains.

I miss going to sleep in a strange bed and waking up not knowing what scenic views the morning would bring. I miss the few hours of sputtering WiFi we had to rely on. I miss being able to forget my phone, to forget about having to check my socials, to forget what the…

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Sharika Hafeez
Globetrotters

Writer. Physics student. Under the inky-black sky, with a steaming cup of chai in my hands, I watch the stars and I write.