He was running and running as if I was in a race; as if flesh eating hounds were unleashed and chasing him. Though he was putting all the efforts, he was weighed down with something. Something that was not visible yet cannot deny the fact that it was pulling him down. There were signs of frustration, determination and exhaustion which showed that he had been on this race for a long time. Continue reading
All was quiet except for the crunching sound of dry leaves under my feet and the air rushing through the woods. Exhausted, I was almost on the top yet so far. The final stretch approached, the trail got steep and dangerous. But I said to myself, ‘This is my mountain and I will climb it’. The looked at the dancing trees to the whistling of the wind, the humming of birds guiding the visitors and the scattered light that filters through the trees when sun shines. And I was here, on the top, conquering this massive, magnificent piece of art by Mother Nature. I feel weightless and innocent, just admiring the beauty in its purest form. Finally I was here, admiring the great Himalayan range and watch the sun going down the horizon. And as I recall my way to the top, I was able to understand the gist of my journey. Continue reading
Everything around us is dull and dead except for the box of old photos. Nothing moves in the box yet it feels so lively when going through it. You are lost in the moment and the only thing that is constant is you breathing and that smile on your face; smile that was not there a moment before and will turn off the moment you are done. People come and go, some for hours, some for years and life goes on. But the pictures, they remain… retaining the life as it was. Unlike us.