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A Frozen land...


The wheels whirl from that six-way lane to hairpin turn. The realisation was when we rose against the gravity, for those curve on single track. The Mercury was dropped hidden below in minus. Soon, we could see the earth below us, was partially covered by the white sheet. We were the inhabitants of where the land of liquid meets those cloud when looked ahead out of the reach of eyes.
For us, the frozen drops that came down to us were something like magic. From top to bottom, from left to right everything was covered with white, some dusty white. Those cautious step placed one at a time. For days the vision was blurred, the defect was not in eyes, but it was in the surrounding which had the effect of snow. Within that fog, there was something hidden which revealed with the exit, that, the sun do know this place and not only that wild breeze but the gentle air did come with the fragrance- fragrance of natural beauty. 



Those impression many still left alone unknown to each other's foot. The height not so steep but not that straight, we headed towards a place where no state, no district or the division, nothing identified us rather than our country. Who has ever thought, that, somewhere in between those peaks, those curves, there will be something flat and stretched in a wide way, in all the direction? 
Embraced by those mountains to those tiny little, well-trimmed green, grass. Surrounding, protected from those wild undirected, cold wind of that Pradesh to head in between those chairs. Mountains, blanket with thick white snow. When the head stretched against the gravity, the top of the mountains, viewed kissing those clouds. 
The void was the ground, the seats within the arms of nature, while climbing those steps had a natural cheering which roared with vocal through conscious from that subconscious.
There were many out of the reach of the game, who never watched it with their naked eyes, even on screen but still, they got much of clicks admiring the nature. Those who had the intelligence of the game, knowledge about those who played, were pulled by the imagination for the one whom they adored. There were highlights, some live telecast, summary clouded their mind. Out of the reach of that ground and beyond the reach of that crease, we stood at those steel bar at the seat, united, but still divided out of the favouritism.

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