… and she asked me
why I keep staring at her like that.
I remember the day I climbed onto the top of that hill. The one that leads up to the temple in the forest. Now, I can not remember if I had any intentions of reaching the temple at all. All I remember is that I left home early in the morning. Not too dark. Not too bright. When the horizon had opened up its curtain just enough to let the sun light up the sky so you can see the gray shadows in the white clouds above, but not enough to let it heat up the stratosphere, leaving only the ‘cold’ of the dark and cold night before. They say transition is hard. This wasn’t.
The path I was walking was a narrow passage, a little muddy, long and straight before the downhill started. I found a little patch of green grass by the side of the road where I sat down for a while. I was looking at the hills on the other side forming layers of massive blue figures fading away to indigo as it approached the white Ganesh Himal. Looking down, I could see a layer of white fog floating halfway the height of the hills forming a river of cloud flowing in a snake-like manner between the huge bodie of dirt, leaves and wood. I stayed there for a while, staring. I don’t know how long I stayed there like that, staring. I wasn’t staring at anything in particular. Just placing my eyes in front of the tremendous expos’e of nature, trying to absorb as much of it as possible. Appreciating its existence in the most objective way. It was then when I realized that it was the most selfless I could be. I was there giving the nature my absolute appreciation without expecting an appreciation in return. I was in a relationship where I did not expect anything back. It was sublime. Serene. It did not matter that it wasn’t mine, because, at that moment, without any strings, I was a part of it.
.. and she asked me
why I keep staring at her like that.
I answered, “no reason..” 🙂

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