I was wading through some site stats this morning and happened to click on an old story I had written on this blog. I wanted to go back and quickly scroll through it just to recall what all had I written. But when I started reading the first paragraph, it was almost like re-living those old memories, and simply could not stop reading through the complete story. The last section actually made me smile and go back to that day when I was standing on a thick layer of snow. One of the rewards of writing about travel is to be able to go back to those moments of joy. Absolute pleasure, it was.
It was so much fun – to walk on it, to learn to ski and even to fall. I could finally experience the soft powdery layers of snow and enjoy the feel of it. I had more coming on my way. Two days of skiing later, the sky turned cloudy on an afternoon and the least anticipated happened. There were flakes of snow falling from the sky! One after another, they would fall and land softly on my head and shoulders as softly as petals of flowers. I suddenly felt a rush of happiness, which slowly morphed into a peaceful and joyous mood. I swayed with the falling snow and let them land on my tongue; I stood still and watched as mother nature blessed us with her bounty. It was all that I could ask for. Skiing was suddenly secondary and I felt all my wish getting fulfilled. My search for snow was complete at that moment!
The full story – In Search of Snow