Once, an old rishi, sitting near the ganga in holy varanasi, had a question how extreme can life be? And beyond all that where peace lies? In search for answer he travelled through the courses of forests, rivers, dryland and wetlands. He could see struggle, pain, a little happiness, yes, but a huge sacrifice behind that little smile.
Somewhere in his journey he started to feel some ups and down formations on land, which gradually keeps going on incresing till the horizon. In the middle of a jungle the rishi wants to know at what lands he is. Beautiful wind, inspiring fragrance of flowers and berries, and what a view, it was like he could see the whole world from there. At once he thought he’s in heaven. He walked a few steps and saw a village, every person was working, hard, but with happiness. These people dont stress about bringing wood for fire to cook food, or any other work.
The Rishi had found a place where he could find the answer to his questions. The villagers told him these beautiful places are pahad, the mountains. The people here live with nature, prey it, respect in and it gives us all they said. These places have beauty and the air that flows maybe comes somewhere from the heaven. Praise the snow caps of Himalayas. These are the places where one can find hardest of life in the easiest ways to live it.
