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The snow-capped mountains are ever inviting. May be freshness of the snow, pristine surroundings, the chill and the cold for the us, the sun baked Indians. Most of us are just to eager to get the lifetime opportunity of feeling the snow, throw it at each other, trample on it for the soft crushing noises. I was in such a place in winters, where every thing less you froze. Be it the streamlets, or the massive lakes nothing moves. The life comes to a standstill and the winter wind hits u hard on your exposed face dipping the mercury below 30es and 40ies. As if you are in a deep freezer praying for some heat, wishing it gets over early and may be travel down to greener pastures. Each passing day weakens you but strengthens your inner strength to fight it out and say “ this to shall pass”. You keep finding the moments to be out in the sun when its not to breezy and forget about the sun tans, just to feel good and alive.

            Then comes the spring. As if the huge giant sleeping under the quilt start shaking to life. It is fun. its joy. The birds are in the air awaking each and everyone killing the deadly silence, by their melodious chirps. The ice melts, giving way for the mountain streams to flow, allow the small little steams to play the lap of the mountains, twist and turn, sing and swirl and grow up in to the beautiful maidens who bring in life to the nature. The small little streams reach out to every one, germinates those little sleepy seeds and feed them from their breasts to the plants. They reach out to the wildlife and lure them out of their burrows. Trying to quench the thirsts of each and everyone and still carry on. They bring in life in the mountains with their gushing sounds and the sparkling water. As the ever energetic, bubbly and swift young stream leave the mountains, she blooms into a beautiful maiden, spreading life and freshness and attracting one and all. On her journey, she feeds the civilizations on her banks like a mother, without discriminating any of her children and flows in tirelessly like a mother.

            It was the joyous moment, in my life when I was blessed with a daughter. She can bring in life to each and every thing, be it  living or non living object. She would talk to her toys and the toys would respond to her. Either she is sleeping or our house could be heard from miles. Sons are like the mountains that stand long and strong and daughters are like the rivers full of life.