Those who live in plain get easily excited by the slightest variation of their surrounding nature. Her homeland, her birthplace, is a village almost central to the great plane of her country. Though highly fertile, land here is plain like the surface of a paper, monotonous, dull, tedious to eyes. Stand in the middle of an open field and you will see the perfect circle of the horizon. No ‘pleasant disturbance’ of a hill or an undulating land is there to block your vision. There are plenty of rivers though. But they have passed the phase of juvenility. The stream of the senescent rivers is placid, serene and calm after traveling hundreds of miles through the mountains and the plateaus.
Her excitement knew no bounds when she came to study at a university at the foot of the Himalayas. Nature here never ceased to amaze her. She often finds herself watching through the window for hours towards the blue edges of the distant mountains at the horizon, or when the cloud erases some of the edges and floats down to the valley through the slopes. At night, when the sky is clear, the stars seem to descend on the surface of the mountains. From this distance, thousands of lights of the hill towns, a bit more bright than the stars above, look like a fairyland from the age-old tales.
When the monsoon season almost starts fading away and a brief autumn almost starts to take over the place, when the equable climate unfolds the perfect blue of the sky, the nature may allow you to witness the golden crown of the Kanchenjunga, the queen of the Himalayas, bathed with the early sunshine in the morning. Those who see it know how spectacular the view can be.
Autumn here is not a season, it is more like a short spell of time. Winter starts here after a fortnight of autumn. The mist of early winter morning totally wipes away the mountains from the horizon. Winter makes the nature so dull here. But she knows a secret place, if you go to the tea garden at the north of the university after the sunset, you will see a real fairyland. Thousands of fireflies venture out after their afternoon slumbers and dance over the tea leaves. The long trees in the garden standing at occasional distances look like incarnate specters in the dark. At this moment you can imagine about the benevolent mountain spirit if you want. You will be thrilled. I wont tell you how it feels. Close your eyes and imagine you being there. Can you feel it?
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