Just Breathe
Once upon a time, long time ago; a master and a novice started climbing a hill in the Himalaya for no apparent reason. It was early morning, still pitch dark and freezing cold. Master climbed silently barely making a sound with a placid demeanour belying any efforts in his part while the novice a young teenager struggled with a mind full of questions. Here is the story - Why do we climb – novice asked Just breathe – master answered Why are we climbing in the dark Just breathe I can’t see anything Just breathe I am cold and tired Just breathe I can’t climb anymore Just breathe How far is the top Just breathe I want to stop Just breathe And then soon enough the sun begins to rise painting the azure in shades of gold and orange and mauve. The novice stood speechless at the spectacular play of light and shades upon the snow covered peaks that lay before him like endless chain of white pyramids. He had never seen anything as majestic o...