Thursday, January 21, 2016

Imagine Mountains

What do mountains mean to me?
Eons back! 
At my lowest they are insurmountable challenges that I look up at , with more awestruck worry than inspired determination. Being a fretful diva , I tend to feel that these imaginary mountains are firmly embedded on my tired shoulders.
I hate their stupid hairpin bends , which give my already motion sick tummies a valid reason to unburden themselves. I have a distinct memory of myself , a 7 year old shutting my eyes very tightly whilst hugging my dad’s lap as the auto went up the mountain. Like the tightness and resultant blindness has anything to do with my body’s capacity to deal with the stress of travel!
Oh how I hate the mountains.
Then I climbed a hill. By myself – 2 years back? Symbolism and travelling aside , they do have a plus. They have peaks!
The exhilaration you get when you reach the top , the air feeling fresher than it was a couple of feets ago.
The panaroma! Everything looks small from the top. It gives you perspective , humility – which I lack in abundance.
If you can feel that up a hill , you can definitely feel it up a mountain right?
I don't know why I trekked but I am glad I did. 
But Mountain is also the dude from Game of thrones who killed Oberyn Martell!
So maybe I have mixed feelings about mountains.

I scaled a huge mental mountain today. Scaled one without giving up , a bit battered and bruised and I am definitely feeling the high xD but what happens after this? Climbing down can be slippery , definitely if you’re taking the surfboard called fun down it. Imageries aside, being a beach person I wanted to thank all the mountain people who helped me in this climb. I didn’t necessarily enjoy it but it was an adventure nonetheless. Thank you.


Hope you all enjoy the high too. Think about that if you’re climbing a steep path yourself.

Okay I will stop.

Bye!  

So what do mountains mean to you? 

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