My base camp for the night was at the height of 5 shots. Coupled with a blizzard of 3 inch thick ice cubes I really thought its going to be one crazy night. Other people had camped with me for the night and everyone had their own Mount Everest to climb till 6 in the morning.
Mountains have always fascinated me. It was not the first time I was to go to peak. I am not a veteran but still have had my piece of share and experience. A couple of years back I had climbed K2, only to realise that the decent would be one tough job.
That night Mr. Hyde with his argus faced nocturnal beauty wanted to dance to the tunes of DJ Moon. The DJ has his arse buster albums called the "high tydes" and the "wolves calling". Sipping and Ripping they wanted to move towards the peak, to touch the sky and see the plebians dreaming just one more dream with them living one. A glance or two would have perhaps done the trick acting like the catalyst in alchemy.
It just so happened that it didnt. The cupid died the death of an ostracized soul lost in the jungle of assumptions and fear. That night the peak was not climbed or seen because of the clouds of confusion and lack of assertiveness. As the morning arrived, the base of the mountain vanished in thin air transforming Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jeckyll.
Dr. Jeckyll can be seen working in the office now.
1 comment:
The last line says it all!
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