Standing still in the balcony holding a cup of coffee,
I stared at those white peaks outstanding in complete vanity,
Yes, in vain, for they were covered with sparkling snow, making them magnetic.
The view was still and serene, one could only hear the beetles.
Shining under the moonlight, the summit of Himalayas took my breath away.
Sipping the coffee, I wondered if I could reach to those mountains and whisper in their ears, YOU ALL LOOK EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL.
I am blessed for I have the opportunity to watch these peaks annually. I'm blessed with Himachal as my progenitor's native.
For now, the coffee finished but they still stand aloof, glorified in pride. They are the Himalayas making this night, a beauteous night.
