If you listen carefully, mountains do speak. They have waited years and decades to tell their stories. They whisper in the traveler's ear, trying to get him to listen. They talk about the time when the cold blanket of snow covers them in white. That freezing touch of the fresh snowflakes. They talk how they go numb. They talk about that one fine summer afternoon when the blanket melts off , like lovers hands letting go. They talk about the separation. They talk about the lost souls who wander their terrains and they talk about the souls that found themselves. They talk about the tears rolling down a broken heart staring at them and they also talk about the embrace of love of the lovers lying in their meadows. They talk now and they have been talking since the dawn of their existence, the real question still lies.... Are you listening?








