Mountains, first. Lovers, second. I remember the first time I was travelling to North India, my brother said to me, "you'll go crazy when you get to see 'em snow clad mountains". I was like, " OKAY, whatever that means🙄", my mind unable to absorb it at that time. The first time I saw snow mountains, I was flying above them. From my window seat, all I could see was a vast stretch of what looked like white and grey elevations and dents in the earth. Clouds hovered above them, making them look like some sort of an inaccessible paradise. As we kept descending, they kept becoming mightier. And along with that, more and more real. I remember wanting to know what it would feel like to be in their presence. The second time I saw them, we were chasing them in a car. Passes, forests and rivers, all guiding us towards them. I could see them in the distance, their peaks shining in the sun and their magnitude, simply leaving me stunned. The thought of getti...
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