(Mount Everest base camp, Nepal | mkslalove Google Maps)
Thick milky white clouds obscured the snow-capped mountain. Whistling winds buffeted the fluorescent tents housing intrepid mountaineers eager to summit 8,848 meters of imperial splendour. Resembling the mournful howls of a pack of scheming wolves, the wind cut like ice whenever they found an opportunity to escape the protective clothing of the climbers before making contact with a patch of exposed skin.
Holding a mug of steaming soup in her gloved hands, Ashita stared intensely in the direction of her destination. As far as the eye could see there was an explosion of white. Clouds, Snow, Ice.
“Why such an obsessive passion towards mountains?” Venky had once asked her.
“It was and never will be an obsession.” Ashita replied thoughtfully. “Mother Nature issues a clarion call to her children to assimilate themselves in her beauty, to absorb her lessons and admire her workings. I just obey.”
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