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I have a strong connection with Mountains since my Childhood. Having Grown up in a town located in a bowl shaped valley, I had been used to seeing them all across as a garland around the neck. So obvious was their presence to me, that I just generalized this view to be associated with each and every town/city.

How could the Sun rise or set otherwise? The Mountains were the GPS for the Sun giving it directions so it didn't get lost in the way. My child imagination added one more chore to them - They stopped the monsters and wild animals from entering the town. The Nature given security system for the dwellers.

It was an enlightenment equivalent to 'Kewalya Gyan' (Supreme Knowledge) when I encountered places with no Mountains or Hills around. It seemed like a Painting Sans Borders to me. Without any Bodhi Tree I realized, it was not the Sun but me who was lost in the endless sky of my pre conceived notions. If we do not have anyone to look up to or fall back on, we all can get lost in the oblivion running alone.  No Mountain peaks to say 'Hello' to, no Hills to play 'Tag' with and no Home for the orange ball in our hearts to return to.

Clearly, we all need our very own Mountains in our lives to stop by, ponder a while, refresh and begin the journey again. 'Family' and 'Friends' are our Mountain ranges which run parallel to us and keep us on tracks. Who knows without these tall ranges where would we end up?

Perhaps Ignorance, Poverty, Greed or Crime!!!

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  1. I can absolutely relate to your childhood love, having grown in the same city as you my dear. Ajmer's charm, despite the chaos is poetic- with the Aravalis standing majestically through ages like sentinels and Ajmer's 'cradle' holding within it, the old and the new, rocking it gently through times.

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    1. Thank you so much for your warm, nostalgic and poetic comment. I can see your words coming straight from your heart.

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  2. Cant put my expressions so well like all writers of my class but we all who r out of the bowl Feels the same for the beautiful valley we all r born & brought up in😊

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    1. Thank you so much...It's not just mine but our collective voice together for our town.

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  3. I felt the same when i left Ajmer, borderless, protectionless, sometimes even identityless...
    It took me 15 years to accept towns with no hills or mountains around. Now a magnificent Sun rising from under the belly of a farm is as acceptable to me as the one that rose from behind the hill just 500 metres behind my house����

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    1. I clearly hear the yearning of your soul for our mountain framed town. But as long as it's alive in our hearts...It's memories will keep bringing joy in our lives. Thank you for your beautiful comment Vani.

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  4. Loved this Alka! But don't you think sometimes well meaning people in the guise of family an friends, might turn into insurmountable mountains? (I explore this theme in The Rule Breakers which begins in a mountain town, much like the one you describe in this post.

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    1. Yes Preeti, Looking at present degeneration of relations and values, this is very much possible. Still, there will be few closed ones who love and care about us...they are enough to move any mountains of obstacles from our path to success and happiness. We just need to pick diamonds out of fake shining stones.
      Thank you so much for sharing your views in my comment box :)

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    2. I will sure get my hands on "The Rule Breakers" :)

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