Loss is for the living, life is for dead...
Looking at radiant blue sky illuminated in golden hues by majestic sun on leisurely Sunday afternoon, and it suddenly felt like deja vu. Afternoon ambling towards evening and sun slowly going down, turning snow clad mountains of dhaula dhar into canvas of orange bliss and long orange shadow reelecting across sapphire blue waters of mighty Beas river. Sun going down used to feel like a loss of another day, dark engulfing what we can see and chilly winds of winter touching your skin and shivers go deep upto soul. It always used to touch a raw nerve, triggering a sense of loss inside me, winter chill and dark of night. It felt like life giving way to death, vibrant colours replaced by all engulfing black, time for foxes and panthers to come out and reclaim the land for them during night to what was lost to mankind gradually during day. Why do we fear night, why it triggers a sense of fear, unknown, why every movement can be interpreted in thousands ways to make us afraid. Mountains are