The Mountain Top

I tried to capture a photograph and add that with this post but the internet is not that strong here. This mountain top that stands tall right opposite to my balcony, and the base of which should not be more than a mile away from where I am writing this post, troubles me a lot. This is one thing that I see the most here – while reading, writing, going out, coming back. It refuses to budge. 

It works as a leviathan cinema screen, and presents me with the most fascinating and charming movies – the theme always remains ‘Nature’ of course. Sometimes it is shrouded with white fluffy clouds and looks what heaven must look like. There are times when after a day of snowfall it assumes an outline of bright white colour.

After the sun rises it becomes slightly hazy, and just before dusk it showers the rich green colour to the eyes. I recognize the trees outlining it by their shapes. Some look like men working, others pose as huts, and animals. They must feel awesome perched up at that height, or maybe very lonely.

The rain brings the best of the scenes. It cleans every little speck of dust from the surface of the mountain, and you suddenly feel like you are watching it on HD screen. You can count the trees, see their tilt. Some big boulders raise their heads and catch your sight. Occasionally, an image of an animal is visible, and right at the top tiny black dots of kites appear floating around.

The trouble is that I want to go there and see it all from close – but I can’t. From my place, it is a descent that will leave your knees wobbling at the end, where there is a valley. After that you will need to cross a river to get close to the foot of the hill. And then begins a very very steep ascent. It can take you hours even to reach the midway, and that is after you are extremely fit, and not afraid of leopards. And beyond a point there is no way for you to walk through the thick vegetation. You are the first person to walk any path you take thereafter. Small unrecognizable animals and insects start to flit across your vision too often for your comfort. And then begins the dark – though it still is noon in the sky now out of the reach of your eyes. Your imagiation takes over from there, and voices, all sinister, make you shudder, and your feet develop roots of their own.

That’s where the beauty you saw from your balcony vanishes, and you wish you were still there looking at it from distance. But now it is already afternoon, and the evening threatens to take over anytime. The slope appears too steep to walk on, and you begin clambering down nervously, slipping every now and then. You don’t know how you ever came that far in the first place.

Your eyes search for any signs of civilization, and you scan the distant hills all around. There a white blur of a car appears snailing far away. You take a deep breath and acknowledge that this is not the way you came through. 

“River,” you jump, “there was a river in the valley. Where is it?”

You walk to one side and then other. Get on top of a rock, and peer down to the abyss, to locate a stream. Any signs of water.

Water!! 

Where is your bottle? That’s ridiculous. You took the last sip half-an-hour back. You are extremely thirsty now. That’s it. You need to reach home as soon as possible.

You are walking down and down, and though you are famished, you dare not stop and eat even the chocolate that’s in your pocket.

The density of trees starts thinning, your hopes shooting upwards. “Ahh, I saw that little temple coming up.” And the life becomes easy when you notice a flock of sheep clung to rocks almost vertically and savouring green grass. The village at the base is now visible; the river flowing by its side. The sun is nowhere to be seen now.

In the twilight, you continue somewhat relieved, and reach the river almost in one piece. You cross it, jumping on the stones cautiously not to dislodge any.

The villagers are surprised to see a stranger roaming around in the dark, and group around you wanting to talk. You aren’t really feeling very social at this time, so you quicken your pace despite crumbling legs.

The steep and winding stone steps take you closer to your home, but now dogs stir into action not accustomed to human presence at this time. You act brave. Animals sense fear. You break into a gallop once you are out of their reach.

Your heart revolts having not had this much of work to do since you turned an adult. Sweating profusely you reach the best place in the world – your home.

You switch off the torch, and slump down on the chair in your balcony. A great sense of relief and joy come over you, and you close your eyes.

Breathing deeply, you open your eyes slowly and look at the great mass of darkness staring at you.

“I am invincible,” it appears to be sneering.

“You might well be, but you are my slave. You can’t leave me. I enjoy your beauty at will. And I can leave you whenever I want.” You smile, and go back inside.