Mountains & Reflections

You and mountains are next to each other, cold fresh air are getting into lungs and blood full of energy. Now I am in the mountains and they are into me, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of our blood with lots of energy.

The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time just a time. Time to do something or nothing, Time to think or not think, read trails or get lost, scribble or not scribble -- to sleep and cook and walk on the ridge, to sit and stare at the snow clad mountains. what I produce ? nothing but words, nothing but thoughts, nothing but I connect myself with me. I consumer nothing but air. By being utterly useless in the calculations of the so called civilised life at large I become useful, at last, to myself.”