Could I Have Taken Some More Of It?
It was a drive back to hotel, a small one in Bhaderwah. I was sitting beside the driver, in a 7-seater with all my dear friends I made in college. They were asleep, tired from some snow slips and cigarette hits. I saw the tallest of tall beasts fallen on the road, those mountain trees, you know; people say they fell because they could not handle the snow. I guess all species have their weak ones. Then there were the ones standing, I sighed. I sighed on every turn possible with an empty feeling in my stomach, with a fear of the known, that all of it was going to end. Those who have been reading my blogs know that I studied in Jammu and am head over heels for whatever it offered me. I used to be the person who, in disguise of my extravagance, used to flaunt how I am a beach person and mountains are boring, until I got up there. They know, the mountains know, everything. It is like you be there, wait, have you heard of those crystals that people keep around them to absorb ener
