A Handful of Mountains

A Handful of Mountainsliving in my eyes,snowcapped peaksor conifers echoing of blue magpies.Wind rustles secrets into the Deodar's grove,pinecones playing along the hilly road.A walk down the jungle pathor a lazy afternoon after दाल-भात!Bring me back to the mountain lifeA window overlooking the valley,A door opening to a hilly ride.-Vibha

Pause

It is the silence of the mountains that intrigues. No matter how long I stay here, the silence never disturbs. The occasional rickety pick-up truck passing by also seems in-tune with the mountainous silence. The laughing thrush disapproves my silent presence but it accepts the smoke emitting pick-up as its own. May be they both...

Mountain Mornings

Tantalising golden sunlight passes through the smoke rising from the chulha. Nostalgic wooden scent lingers like a faint remembrance of Naani's home. Taking a walk along  the trail laden with scarlett clock vines breathing in the mountain air, I feel like a lost soul returned home. Holding on to my pause moment, I look up...