Up the hill
Tomaree Head Lookout - pic from a recent hike Story inspired by a friend's trekking somewhere in Uttarakhand In the folds of serenity, enfolded with white noise of frolicking stream and a constant orchestra of native insects, sat a modest woody bungalow. A lonely dirt path kissed its sun dappled broad balcony before sinuously heading uphill in an earnest eagerness to blend into oblivion round the bend. As the wisps of warm ginger-cardamom aroma from Hima's tea crafted a fragile reverie, his thoughts wandered along the path, past the bend, to the tip of the hill. What a bright, sunny day, if only I could run up to the clear azure, he thought wistfully as he slurped his next sip; slurping, as much as Ash hated, gave Hima immense pleasure of relishing his tea. 'Ash, you ready yet?' 'Certainly,' Ash said urgently, ' I can't keep Kat waiting forever. How are you feeling? Wouldn't it be wonderful if you joined? I so planned to have us in the same frame ...
