Epiphany of an Orophile
Being a travel enthusiast, I travel whenever I get a chance. My grandparents used to live in a hilly town so I’ve spent most of my childhood there, in the heart of mountains, and it was as amazing as it could be. During childhood, I was fascinated by the mountains and their magnanimous nature as well as the horrifying yet astonishing sound of the wind that used to hit the cliffs. The mountains used to invite me to it and then it would scare me with its unexpectedly steep climb. It is the beautiful memory of my childhood that has been imprinted in my mind. The perspective of the mountains in my mind changed over the course of time. It became my fantasyland in my teenage. I used to imagine that my knight in shining armor would meet me at some hilltop and we’d go on walking, holding each other’s hand, talking about ourselves and our future together. The mountains seemed all romantic to me in those sweet sixteen days! As beautiful and romantic I used to look at it, one night when I was ret...