Mountains

the man in mist…

afternoon mist at the base of Thamsar Pass, Bada Bhangal Trek, Himachal Pradesh, India

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

it starts with a feeling of vacuum, this vicissitude, as the valleys fill up with mist… the vapour dances on the grass and bounces off the rocks as a silken layer glazes the surrounds… a curtain is drawn on the outdoors forcing the stroller to introspect, or if it is threateningly overcast, rush headlong into the quest for a shelter… 

afternoon mist playing across the meadows, Bada Bhangal Trek, Himachal Pradesh, India
Waiting for the mist to reveal the trail, Bada Bhangal Trek, Himachal Pradesh

this is about the man though, and scenarios where the heavens do not intend to pour down with the utmost urgency… for there the human is flummoxed, perturbed by the constricted vision yet enthralled once again by the stadia of natural processes… 

for this mist waters all the rocks in your head, and suddenly one finds all these green shoots wriggling out of the cracks… a point where the man stops moving and sits down to stare point blank at the screen of white, the theatre of intertwined existence playing out in the open… ’tis a tangling and  an untangling at the same time, the trail is veiled but the thought is clear, the boulders are strewn around invisibly but the rote skips all, the streams are far down but one can drink from the air…

evening mist near Khandedhar, Great Himalayan National Park, Himachal Pradesh, India
mist covering up the treks, climbing towards Khandedhar, Great Himalayan National Park, Himachal Pradesh

the mystery of the mist is a rather foolproof trap… for in a moment where one might need to hustle up some strength and make a dash for safer grounds, the mortal dangers are suspended for rumination on the ethereal… the man may come up with some rye humour or sulk within the permutations of tragedies that might materialise, but a vortex compels him to sit… daydream… and sail into the mist…

evening mist near Asurbag, Great Himalayan National Park, Himachal Pradesh, India
Catching a breath and watching some sway, Tirthan Valley, Great Himalayan National Park, Himachal Pradesh

musings on the feeling of leisure induced by mists… 

Author: Parth Joshi

Mountain lover ⛰️ | Hiker 🥾| Runner 🏃‍♂️ | Cyclist 🚴 | Photographer 📷... allured by the outdoors, the author is a quintessential lost soul craving for the outdoors while suffering in a desk job...

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