“There on our right side are the snow caped peaks of Murree, too far to reach, too close to imagine. On our front stands the Mashkpuri Top, which literally translates to ‘Hill of Salvation’. We’ll stay here for the rest of the day and will get back little before the evening. You are free to wander around, delighting yourself with the true beauty of the world, the mountains”, the guide said in announcing tone.
Discussing casually, the hobbies, the ups and downs of life and passions they had deep in their hearts, they strolled across the lower plains towards Mashkpuri. He told her how things been governing his mind, forcing him to go on nocturnal walks that would last little before the sunrise and she told him how badly she hated reading, imagining events that aren’t possible in real world.
They were ascending the top, holding hands of each other, stumbling together, falling together, rising again and advancing in the same direction together. They differed in some aspects, alike in others. Differences that couldn’t take them apart, alikeness that brought them even closer on each step taken, each steep covered, each laugh shared.
“Mountains are mystical that capture all of your attention, opening your mind exponentially for none but to let you experience their beauty in the right way. Once forgets himself on the hill stations, lost completely into another world, a world that everyone far is deprived of, a world that has hidden treasure inside, revealing one at a time, until you long for more, until you long for none, until you cease to exist”, he had read somewhere.
“mountains have no beauty but a catalyst that helps in recognizing one, the one that have been around, being ignored under the outer influence of the cruel world. Mountains just help you concede the real one”, he thought.
It was below 0 C on the top, a temperature too good to freeze one’s blood, too fragile to affect even slightly, the fire within them. The cool breeze was gushing through their bodies, placing small particles of snow on top of her hair, decorating them like snowy peaks, feasting his nostrils with her scent.
He held her closer, circling his arms around her. She pressed her chest against his ribs. He kissed her little longer than normal and whispered, ‘I Love You’. Smog from her mouth froze still on their tops, dispersing slowly through the mountain ranges, echoing, ‘I Love You Too’.
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