I woke up long before dawn. Bleary eyed, I pushed myself out of a blissful sleep, a beautiful dream, and my comfortable blanket.
The previous evening when my friends had said that we should go see the sunrise, I had agreed. I regretted that now.
It was still dark and a part of me was tired and wanted to sleep. That part came up with a hundred excuses and said, "you have been here before, seen the sun peek through them mountains, know every turn and corner up these hills, what was so special about today? "
A couple of minutes later we were on our way, part of a long line of vehicles of all the different kinds, headed in the same direction.
We swerved through one hill after the other, zooming past trees, houses, streets, shops, yet to begin the day. I rolled down the windows, hoping the cold winds would keep me awake.
I fell asleep.
We parked right next to a faded signboard, over which someone had etched a heart. We then walked past the tourists, farther away, until all the sounds had faded, settled down over a small clearing, and witnessed the sun rise. Cold faded, warmth slowly creeping in on it.
I decided to take a walk. Trees stood proud and early morning dew glistened like pearls on a cobweb.
I walked, staring at the mountains, the clouds, my hands out of my pockets, and that was then. It was in that moment, I knew the why.
I knew why i had been here before, had sat on the small rock and stared away at the tiny houses, the tiny cars, the tiny people.
It was all to feel the way I was doing now. This feeling that 'I' was just a tiny tiny thing, with all my wants and desires and vanity and burdens. The mountains do that. The more I stared at them, the tinier I grew.
And on the way back, I was humbler.
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