[Hi all. This is the first post in a short series chronicling my
thoughts in my vacation at Jammu and Kashmir. Please read on for the rest!]
Clichéd? I know I know. But it’s so damn true that I can’t
help myself. Thinking of a better name when there is so much of nature’s bounty
awaiting me seems like a criminal waste of time. I am at Pahalgam at the moment
and have stolen a few minutes from the hectic day to pen down a few words that
have been swirling in my head all day long! This isn’t the first time I have
come to the hills (Kashmir is a valley, I know I know! But you get the gist of
it, don’t you?) I have been to quite a few arrestingly beautiful places before.
Some worth mentioning are Shillong, Darjeeling, Gangtok, Kalimpong, Kullu,
Manali, and Shimla. All of these places are as enchanting as the next. Mountain
streams, swift flowing rivers, hillocks, mountains, snow, clouds, flowers,
trees-take your pick for all of these hill stations boast of these in
abundance. Kashmir is nothing different in what it offers. Everything is the
same. Everything is different. What makes it different? I am still trying to
put a finger on that. Is it the general strife-torn environment in the valley
that lends it the feel of a forbidden fruit? Is it the illustrious space that
the valley and the associated areas hold in Indian history? Or is it the fact
that the Himalayas become so much more wild and daunting in this part of the
country? Majestic, the Himalayas always are. Imposing, yes. But they take on an
almost haunting quality that is difficult to describe. It is not uncommon to
feel small and unimportant when faced with nature at it best. But what I felt
today is something I have never felt before amidst plain, raw nature- a sense
of complete belonging, a fleeting belief that I am part of something bigger and
better, that there is a grand scale of things in the universe and I am but a
small part of it.
I’ll be signing off now for I have much better things to do
than stare at my laptop. But I couldn’t resist putting my thoughts into words.
I will come back for more, later.
P.S. I know this is blatant objectification and will
probably be considered inappropriate in certain circles and contexts, but I
have never seen so many good looking men in one sweep of the eye. *_*
P.P.S. This is going to be a part of the small series that
I am going to write cataloguing my vacation at Jammu and Kashmir. I will not be
able to post these as and when I write because I don’t have access to internet.
But I’ll write this in order so that there is some semblance of order for the
reader. (Yes, I am just going to assume that I have readers. I know for a fact
that Sam reads (Yay!). I believe that there are others too! ^_^ )
But right now, my raging hormones and I bid you adieu!
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