Tender hearts

I re-discovered my childhood and the simple life, I once had, in the very lap of my mountains...

The Mystics

The Mystics tread the mystical path.... at times I wonder... should I join them??

The Mountains and I

Harsh as they may seem... they are in fact beautiful and gorgeous... the peaks that surround me.. are my shield against time and everything else...

In this ever changing world... the Mystic Mountains of the Himalayas are probably the only constants in my life...

I have gained it all... only to loose it... and gain once again... but the mountains always stood the same.. right by me.. protecting me and providing stability to my volatile life...

I have had friends or so I thought... who came and moved on... but the mountains have always been there for me... waiting patiently like a true friend should...

So here I start... writing about stuffs... that are close to my heart... the closest of them all.. My Mystic Mountains....