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The First Snowfall of My Life
When I encountered the most beautiful landscape on the least taken roads
As a person with extremely low visibility, I have always appreciated colours. The contrasts of the rainbows, which are otherwise not visible to my naked eyes, and the bright lights on Diwali, which get blurred after I remove my glasses, and all the flowers on my balcony make me blessed to be alive.
Travelling has further enhanced my perspective. The tiny pink shops in the streets of Jaipur in Rajasthan, the beautiful deep lakes meeting the blues of the sky in Nainital, and the white marble of the Taj Mahal reflecting the crimson sun rays make me wonder how life would be without colours.
Until my trip to Chakrata, thinking of a life without colours was a nightmare. It reminded me of those hours I spent with dilated eyes when all I could see were shadows with familiar voices passing in front of my eyes.
But the moment I witnessed the landscape that transcended colours, I experienced an uncommon peace. It is the peace that you would experience when no one but you are waiting for yourself, the peace that you encounter after a failure, only to know that it was a relief from the continuous cycles of trying to achieve something you never wanted, and the peace that makes you uneasy at first but forces you…
