The wind is vehement and cold, the shepherds with their herd of sheep are ascending the steps adjacent to the ridge, besides the river. The tall and lush green trees stood profusely and majestically as if greeting the azure sky. The pleasant fragrance of wild yellow and purple flowers spread its magic. It is a lovely morning, crepuscular rays giving a glow to the environment. He sat on a mossy rock at the edge of the river devouring the weather. He took a deep rejuvenating breath and realized he needed no one, but this picturesque view of the mountains that he is sheathed in. The only sound he could hear is of the birds chirping melodiously, flying past over him making the atmosphere livelier.
He wanted to know himself, so the words came out. “I only have mountains as my mentor. Mountains give me peace and perspective. Living in the city makes me feel adrift despite the comfort and the visionary aura. My heart craves for calm, not the solitude, but that innocent and pure spontaneity. It is, when I am in the mountains, I feel purposeful, loved and protected, as if, the mountains want me beside them, don’t want me to go. I don’t know if anyone is aware of the fact that mountains speak to you. All you have to do is to be willing to hear them”. The mountains are powerful and well spoken.