When they told me of the great Himalaya, I asked if I could breathe air free from the perplexities of life; smell the spiritual bliss; taste water that could quench my persistent aspirations for a while; feel the touch that made me realize that I still existed in my body as myself and not as a potpourri of borrowed imaginations; witness a view that I could never comprehend no matter how long I stared, feeling the injustice that my smile inflicted in a senseless expression of gratitude. I experienced much more. |
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Nikita Bharadia
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