My Love

Its that time of the year when people who love the mountains make their trips. My heart aches with the thought that I can't. I am sure as a reader of my blog you would not understand this pain. You can't be me and hence I want you to associate this with a thought if you knew the one thing that you absolutely loved is no more going to happen ...........

The mountains are beautiful .. no matter what weather - it puts on a great show for you i.e. from beaming sun, greenery, dustful, snow capped, rains, its elegant and mysterious in its own ways. Its calmness and strength inspire me and are calling me. The wind on my face is equivalent to a lover's kiss. The smell around is pure as innocence.

I met Uncle Dilip (Age of 60+ a retired heart surgeon with excellent photography skills) today - who is going to leave for 3 month trek next week. I am guessing I have to blame him to strike this pain. His excitement and joy gets me to write this post and pen down my feelings of not able to go.I know Birdman  (Met him last year on our trip - professional photographer of Birds especially ) is on his trip and I also know that several bikers and adventurers are on their way.

I wonder sometimes if I should quit and just go.. just go and  pursue my dream..
Bubble bursts ..and I have a job, bills to pay, responsibilities... I will have to work twice as hard to ensure I have lots of money to pursue my dream.. I am inspired with the thought of going next year and hence would work to get a BIG FAT BONUS to go to the mountains.. I love the mountains.. I love the mountains...