Saturday, November 27, 2010

These Mountains I Call Home


Home sweet home. As I get older I find cliches to be increasingly unerringly true. It was an indescribable feeling the night I woke up in my own bed after a couple of weeks away. Half asleep as I was, I had this unshakeable feeling that this was the loveliest, most wonderful bed I'd ever slept in, the most beautiful room I'd ever been in, the most blessed sleep I'd ever slept. Ever.

And it is always a beautiful time of year up here in these mountains. The rain and sticky heat is gone, and in its place comes stealing in what I call the sad soft feel of a year preparing to depart. A precious ambience I've come to associate over the years with oranges, dust, woollen clothes, cold nights, warming your back in the morning sun and ah, Christmas. And all the connotations of the year with its problems and difficulties doing a fast fade, and an anxious excitement for the new year to come in as if all the old year's problems will dissolve away with the last sunset. On the flip side, there's also the implicit realisation that all the year's good times and treasured memories will slide further away in time. Another year gone, another time was.

Time comes, time goes. Seasons change. People come and go. But these mountains are eternal.



17 comments:

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  2. Hehe that's right. There must be some scientific reason behind the change in colour, maybe the blue of the sky impacting the mountains the further you look :)

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  3. poetry in prose. lovely.

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  4. Thanks, plats, guess when you get a little emotional about your subject, you tend to wax lyrical :)

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  5. Thlalak chu a mawi hle mai.

    Keipawh rei tak hnu a rawn haw hi chuan Lengpui airport leh a chhehvel hmuh hian ka hnuk a ti ulh ve thin. Mizoram hi chu a lo nuam em a ni, mahni ram nge nge. Kan sual zia, kan tlin loh zia, kan rinawm loh zia te hi sawi sawi thin mahila, a lo nuam emmmm tho a ni :)

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  6. diary, Mizoram hi a mawiin a nuam viau nge niang it's where all our loved ones and memories are? Oh wait, it must be a combination of the two :)

    Yeah, love the pic too. I'm on an old fences kick these days.

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  7. Yours was the first blog I checked out upon my re-entry into the blog world today. As usual, am not disappointed. I think you get better and better each year. Your words have become more fluid, poigant... and dare I say it? Mellow. Great read, and incredible picture too.

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  8. Hey good to have you back! I hope you will make up for the lack of posts in the last few weeks! It is always enjoyable to read your posts.

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  9. Oh my, missy, I think that's the first time my writing has ever been critically assessed and I'm flattered to bits. Thank you!

    Loch, thank you too. I will, or at least, I'll try. The last few days and the next few days have been and will continue to be quite hectic. Will blog about it when it all gets down to an easier pace.

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  10. Winter and end of the year poetic post. Your picture is fantastic.

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  11. home, homeland, the smell of grass, food.. everything is so sacred, sometimes words can't justify the emotional tug we feel for such things.. It was so good reading this post. I meet you after a long time, hope you are doing good. keep in touch!

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  12. This blogpost and comments reminds me of Nepal's motto:
    Janani Janmabhoomi, Swarga Dapi Gariyasi.
    Mother and motherland is more precious than paradise itself.

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  13. Thanks, mesjay. The picture isn't mine though. I "borrowed" it from a Mizo flickr friend :)

    Gauri.."sacred".. that's a very appropriate word. And yes thanks, I'm doing good. Hope you are too?

    Loch, don't you agree that the more you experience of life, the more cliched the sayings the better they stand the test of truth?

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  14. Very nice picture, why is green the chosen colour? what does green reveal to us? from where the meaning is construct? Can there be authoritative voice when the language is constructed? :-) tul teh duah lo em? ka chhiar a ka rilru alo awm!

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  15. Rawn bei scholarly e mai a, tawmte. Relax, boss, enjoy life without all the whys and hows and wheretofores. Life is short and tomorrow, who knows where we shall be.

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  16. I so get what you mean. I also love what you wrote in the last sentence. Hehe.

    Technically Mountains aren't eternal. :D

    ..i'll show myself out..

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  17. Well, compared to human beings and all the changes we go through, yep, they are

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