Spiti Shots Series (2)

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Hikkim, Himacha Pradesh. Highest post office in the world.

 

Why stop at high? Go higher…reach to the highest!

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— Death Note —

I spent long summer nights, waiting for you.

Sipping whisky, listening to the blues.

Thinking of the times when we were kids,

You loved pulling my hair as I made you my prop for practicing the jump kicks.

 

As we grew older, you started to care.

And once I caught you smelling my hair.

I couldn’t help but resonate the thought,

There was a whirlwind of incomprehensible feelings in my heart.

 

And before I knew, you swept me off my feet.

Asked me the question, and popped a ring.

I was confounded by all that charm,

As I soared high with these newly found wings.

 

There was that day, and then there’s now.

It took me a while to find out that you were sleeping around.

I was left with no option but to leave you alone,

Run to the mountains and embrace the snow.

 

Now as I stand here, struggling with my vertigo,

The valley looks welcoming down below…

These rocks, trees and pristine snow,

Will witness my fall…as here at dawn I’ll end it all.

 

The newspapers will read : A girl jumped off the mountain!

Grief stricken, heart-broken.

Never to find who she really was…

As somewhere far, a mad man runs wild, breaking other beautiful hearts.