I gaze in awe at the mountains and beyond. Beauty and delicacy of the hills creates a sense of subtle notion of the passing, forms a subliminal melancholy in my mind. Everything is so momentary and fitful. Feeling the unease of losing jiffies, I initiate the negotiation with the place to obtain moments those might not recur in future.
The Himalayan glacier is melting down cumulatively due to global warming and the hilly regions around it losing their cold mood and charm accordingly. Standing at this state, a sense of instability and disappearance evolved in my thought. An urgency called me upon to grasp the present. “The Hills” is holding on to the existing, through those interim and effortless moments of life around the Himalaya that is expected to manifest it's significance during it's course of journey.