It is like having a chocolate. It sets in motion an irresistible
desire to have more of it. You were better off not having it if you were strictly
on a diet. Hills are a difficult terrain to live in. To do anything you have to
go up or down and then do the same to come back. Life is tough out there; you
just have to ask an old woman to get an answer. Men have a different
perspective, they would be quite indifferent for they merely spent time out
there not lived through them. Back in old days men were breeding machines, women
the powerhouse that ran the community. Form tilling, sowing and harvesting, grinding
and cooking meals to taking care of children everything depended on her. Men
talked and talked with a gurgling hookah by their side. Things have changed now
slightly; men have remained as they were, women still cooking but the fields
have gone barren. So what attracts us to hills, deep down there is a desire not
just to have a holiday but to spend rest of the life in the wilderness. Everything
about hills become easy and romanticized if you don’t have to do the hard work.
It affords private space, tranquility
and soothing scenery. You are away from the pollution of chaos and environment
of a busy town. The technology is available, means of modern life are available
albeit with time lag nevertheless there to access. Towns are also not for off
with motorized roads ….
If you think hard, action is there in wilderness, not in
a busy town.
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