Although I deeply love oceans, deserts and other wild landscapes, it is only mountains that beckon me with that sort of painful magnetic pull to walk deeper and deeper into their beauty. They keep me continuously wanting to know more, feel more, see more.
Returning home from a place sometimes can be not happy. Especially when that place has so much to offer. Look at the clouds in the sky, looking like cotton candies floating in a glass of blue lagoon. With a plate of aloo ke parathe with dahi in my hand, I sat on the table laying outside in awe, as the clouds beautifully floated across the brightly lit blue sky. A place so beautiful that staying there just looking up and letting time fly by seems like a decision I would definitely not regret later. I felt free. Away from the mad crowd. Surrounded by the best of nature. I felt like I finally found my peace.
I finally found my home away from home.