Nepal Story #1

I saw a different sort of fire upon the mountains. The kind that riots on the roadsides. Claiming the dust and debris. Orange flowers burning in the sun. Glowing embers amidst the dust storm of the mountain roads. Wildflowers or open hearts I never could tell the difference.

Then there was the glowing frost upon her crown. Glistening white full of promises of possibilities. You were my Everest. Never just a conquest or an expedition, but a silent prayer standing true in the quakes of time. 'Naseeb' they say, 'destiny'. What is written in the pages of her shrine cannot be denied. 

As I woke again from a sleep cut short, filled with the knowledge and truth of the pain and the loneliness despite the company, realisation hit me again. At the face of scepticism, even your biggest champion will not trust. Some battles are yours alone. They can love from a distance but may never really believe your truth. And yet there are those who will go to war for you yet never fully comprehend the fire. 

Permanence isn't a lie, suffering cannot always be shared. Some fires you have to burn through to come through. There's more to life than exalting in pain. Some realities are yours alone to carry. And that's okay. 

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