The greatness of a thing cannot be measured by its size, but by its eternal beauty. Well, this is what I concluded when I came face to face with the mountains at Pahalgaon. The clouds hovered here and there near the peaks as if they had bustled there to appreciate the splendid beauty. The huts adorned them as they rested peacefully in their lap. The occasional sounds of sheep grazing were interfered with a whooshing sound of water which emerged from the streams of Ledar River that ran just below them.
And the mountains? (even the locals couldn’t name it) oh! they stood silent and unperturbed. They continued to amaze me as well as the other tourists who were capturing their humbleness in the DSLRs, Tablets, and Smartphones.
As I was walking across the Ledar, thousands of pebbles lay all over by the mountains' side. Each one of them HAD A STORY TO TELL…….
Some of them had a story of love inscribed on them, some of them had the story of winter to tell while some of them had a tale of history waiting to be deciphered to the ones who had visited them for the first time and I was one of them.
They slowly echoed in my ears, “You were destined to find me and witness my existence.”
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