I will write very little today because there is nothing much to write. All I have to write is how to reach there from here? The experience of reaching from one house to another has to be written. I will look at the distance established between two houses and then write. So only a little has to be written...so read it.
People have reached the mountains from the city to celebrate the festival of Christmas. I have also come to the mountain, to my friend's house. This place is a little far from the city and the crowd. There are no roads, no shops and no glare of any kind here. This place is located in Shimla district of Himachal Pradesh which is very close to Narkanda.
I came here only yesterday and I have no idea how long I will be here. The wait for snowfall in the Lower Himalayas has become a little longer, like everyone else I too am waiting for the snow to fall. The temperature at night was -4 degrees but the thick blankets did not feel cold at all.
This morning we had to go from this house to that house, as soon as I opened my eyes the sun had already risen. The bright rays of the sun were coming into the room as if they would wrap me in their arms and warm me. I got up, got ready and went outside where daylight had taken over all nature.
From this house one can see the house which is built on the opposite mountain. That house is visible far away, spreading its glory amidst the pine forests and standing motionless under the sky. I start walking on the footpath after loving the marigold flowers in front of this house. Some of the old houses built here attract a lot. The village children have had holidays due to winter, I talk to the children and come back on my way.
After crossing this village the road starts from where the road goes up the mountain and from here the road will take me to another house. Due to cold, all the grass has dried up and feet are slipping while walking on this dry grass. Walking carefully, I move forward and say hello to the pine trees. Birds are chirping all around and the wind blowing in the forest is making sound in the evening. I smile looking at the sunlight filtering through the trees.
The photo of what one feels after seeing a flower cannot be clicked; on the other hand, it is very difficult for me to write down the feeling that was in my heart when I reached home. This house made of mud, stone and wood is very beautiful and looking at it makes one realize that life is not as bad as people say. I enter the house and drink tea. I spend about an hour here.
There is a cow and her calf in this house built on the mountain, after talking to them for a while I go to the forest where there is nothing but solitude and peace.