The old friend Kitiphu

I don’t know if falling in love with a mountain more than with any person is weird. Two years ago I wrote about this beautiful mountain in Bumthang, Kitiphu. No evil seems to have kissed this magnificent giant and its grandeur stands as beautiful as ever. It still fills me with positive feelings and gives me all the reasons to fall in love with it. My visit this time promised bigger things. It was like meeting an old friend after long years of distance. It was like that friend had all the answers to my questions I was never able to get a way to.

More prayer flags have been stringed and hoisted.  The older ones were faded and overlapped by the new ones with fresh prayers. The weight of the flags on the strings made it difficult to flutter lightly but it looked beautiful just the same. all the flags were somehow connected to eachother(It looked like all selfish prayers that were hung together) and it made me realise how we belonged to the same web even though our prayers said different words.

There was no greater feeling in the world than reaching up on the top. I looked down to the valleys people paved and lived, their fields left barren in winter, the road which ran longer than the river and their houses  positioned like little boxes. The only peculiar piece of architecture seen from the face of the mountain was Tashicholing Dzong, the beautiful fortress that once seated the second king's summer residence. The dzong looked like a big smile on the valley of Chumey.

It wasn't the first light that was warming the mountain then, it had already past noon and we had to hurry before the wind blew hard. But I got all the time I wanted on the top. I spent some time watching the valleys. I thought about the people living there. I thought about everyone who work so hard to live, to survive and to have something to pass onto their kids. I thought about men who strive to achieve their goals no matter what, men who even divide friends and families. I thought about people who lie, betray and backstab, without any guilt. I thought about men whose greed never end. I thought about the hard times people have to face and all that read sorrow. Everything looked so small from up there. I felt so giant standing there like I had all the power to extinguish everything that brought tears. It was like the problems were just bits of dusts that would die with a splash of water.

I inhaled a fresh breath of relief with the icy air that deeply cleansed my veins. I was suddenly very positive about the new year starting. The air brewed a brand-new wave of confidence, that promised a powerful source of energy and inspiration. Kitiphu could be that one friend in life who solves all my problems, literally dissolving them into its clean air. It is like the warm hug from a loved one, only bigger and warmer.

My beautiful cousin,favourite person(:

This ridge is everything I would want in a person to fall in love with. Having to come back from there was really hard(Not just the hike downhill but the fact that it'd take another year or two before I made another visit.)