Mountains and more !

I still am not a convert, but trying to fit in into the group that loves the mountains. I am still struggling with my vertigo and after effects of Avomine, but all that is sitting more comfortably on me. And I am less intimidated by the peaks. Of course I have my qualms still. I cannot climb down due to my knees, and I am at loss when the entire town sleeps by 10.30. The hills wake up early and sleeps earlier and it just does not match my bio clock.

At Tirthan Valley, the storm blew out the lights for almost 30 hours and the city bred me found it so difficult to live without my mobile. The gurgling river and the adda over trout fished by Pranesh were a bit of diversion.But I get restless without a city close by.

But this time I noticed how mountains make everything look minuscule comparatively. The people walk miles in the uphill terrain so effortlessly. What happens if there is an emergency? No ambulance, no doctors , no medicines....yet the people are happy , smiling and sharing. The weather probably does the trick. Though the hills are hotting up, yet you don't have to deal with sweat droplets drenching your clean shirt, or frayed temper or fatigue.

Life is old here........ And as I watched a para glider slowly touching base I realized how insignificant we are ,how tiny and how perishable........
.For sometime time stood still and there were no tomorrows only now. The infinite and the infinity!
PS : All that have changed now.. from snow to sweat...and life is moving again :)

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