The early part of my flight back from Leh, was spent staring out of the
window, mesmerized by the snow clad mountain peaks and the valleys
beneath them. The best part of it all was that i could take in the
mountain landscape as a whole, everything.. all at once. As my sight
wandered down from the lofty peaks, I could the beginning of a glacier
and at its end the birth of a stream gentle at first and then turning
into a raging torrent which cut a valley down the mountain slopes,
which inturn gave life and space for a whole village. I could see
valleys meet and the rivers merge.. mountains giving way to hills
(Manali, i think...) and the hills finally meeting the plains where
then i could see the birth of the mighty Ganges. The mother of all
Indian rivers...
As i was taking in the sight unfolding below me i couldn't help wonder
that it was the end of the mountains and the beginning of the plains
and i was saddened by that thought for a moment. And then it struck me
that it could also be the end of the plains and the beginning of the
mountains... it all depends on the way you see it, i guess. I made a quiet promise to myself... 'i'll be back".
