What do mountains have that nothing else under the sun has? Did you say ‘height’? Clever answer. But I want a romantic answer, one that would come from the heart and not from the head. So, let’s try again. What do mountains have that nothing else under the sun has?
I know, one can't answer this instantaneously. I have been thinking hard too and have not been able to fathom the beguiling mystery of the mountains. They are many things to me. An intrigue, a revelation, a challenge, an invitation to unfettered existence, an intoxication, a love-affair, an all-consuming obsession…I could go on with the list till the mists dissipate and the woods are awash in twilight.
Every now and then, they beckon, wooing me to run into their open arms. For three years, I stayed away, the last rendezvous being in the lap of the Alps. Now I am going again, in pursuit of the mountain’s soul to harmonise with mine. To dip two weeks of my life in the Fall colours of the Himalayan slopes and give it a lavish brushstroke of bliss and peace.
While I am there, little stories may sprout, a manuscript might develop, and the spirit may expand as far as the open skies. I shall write postcards from there whenever I can - with little delights that I may catch, with tales that I may hear, and share the glimmers of peace that I may find in the long, silent hours of night.