When you say the mountains are calling, what do they sound like?
They sound like a cold river gushing through the rocks and splashing over the woods of deodar.
They sound like the winds on a stormy afternoon, the trees whispering and whooshing each other the secrets of jungle.
When I say the mountains are calling, I hear the birds mumbling in my ears, the stories about twinkling nights and snowy days.
When I say the mountains are calling, I hear the silence of hilltop, the clouds travelling through the sky, the sun shining so high.
The mountains are calling and I must go for I miss the sunrays touching my skin and fog elevating my heartbeats,
For I miss staring at sparkling stars and snowy tips,
So I want to run towards the whispering trees and gushing rivers, for I want to play with the birds and sit on the wet rocks.
So now when I say the mountains are calling, I hope you know what they sound like, that I must go,
I must go.
P.S. It's been two years since I last visited Manali, or even Himachal. I miss it so freaking much! 🥺