Life’s complexities would take forever to unravel. Let’s get straight to the point. Life in the mountains is simple. The indescribable tenderness, joy and unwearied spirit.
The sun rises and sets early. Every day is the same, rain or shine, light or dark.
Air is fresh and invigorating. There is calmness about, in everything.
Sky remains blue, and in the company of wandering clouds.
It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape. – Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
Work is hectic but satisfying. Muscles ache and bones tire by the time to hit the sack.
Traditions are longstanding, people connected to their roots. Wedding rituals, fairs and festivals still stand as mandated, passed down through the generations.
Community spirit is strong. Everyone is there for everyone. Also, there is good ribbing, friendly banter and affectionate irreverent humour.
Green is colour of the monsoons, white the colour of winter.
Basking in the sun is one activity everyone loves.
Life in the mountains is contagious, overwhelming, and blessed!