A cupful of sunshine

The sun shone bright, somewhere down the snowfields, Pin river was gently flowing and in front of me were the mountains where one turn would’ve lead one to Kinnaur, while other to Parvati valley. And I had been into those mountains twice, I had seen how beautiful they are from close, and trust me the further you move into those mountains, the more you start believing in god.

And thinking of my Gods, I stood there under the sunshine, with a cup of coffee in my hand, on that beautiful morning.