All this while I tried answering the supposedly easy question of whether I am a mountain baby or sea baby. I kept thinking may be its the sea because it brings me calm and peace, life emanates from water and hence its the most natural instinct to connect to the sea. But then there was this question of why do I not end up loving the beaches of Goa or others the way many of my friends do. Why do all the beaches look similar to me (not that I do not like them)
Few years back I had the chance of visiting a forest resort in Coorg and I never stepped out of it till the end of the trip, my favorite fragrances are around deep dark woods, foresty, planty, soilly ones but I still thought that may be I am a sucker for both - the life that grows from the soil on the slopes and the water that breeds life.
Yet a few days back for a work assignment I ended up on a small hill top which wasn't as lush or as green yet it was a natural hill top with small valleys, trees and rocks around. And in-spite of all the glitches, errors, delays at work front, the joy that place brought out in me....the way it touched my pleasure points, the way it elevated my senses......and the way it left me smiling like a kid I was nearing the answer to my question. It was like discovering the source of your oxygen!
An then I compared my likeness for sea and hills ......while the sea to me is certainly peace and calm, vast horizons, thrilling yet scary, it does not offer me the diversity of mystique, the instant connect to nature, the depth of known and unknown, the tranquillity of the superpowers, the combination of far yet close ......and most importantly my dose of being alive :)
Yes I certainly love my underwater explorations, walking on the sea bed, listening to just your breath and no other sound around, marveling at the flora and fauna.... but I love my treks across the valleys more. It brings me a certain euphoria when I am able to conquer a lush peak while saying hello to every little and giant living being on the way. The way the rays o
f the sun seeps through the dark forests and manage to touch the tiniest of the grasses, the way a slow crawling beetle makes you stop in your tracks, the way a small trail of mud would be there for your to follow......Expressing gratitude for the cohabitation of nature......that feeling is for sure unmatched
Thus the discovery of how I am a true mountain baby!
