Old Mountains, New Echoes

‘When I open the window at night, there is almost always something to listen to—the mellow whistle of a pygmy owlet, or the sharp cry of a barking deer. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I will see the moon coming up over the next mountain, and two distant deodars in perfect silhouette.’

Whether we are a native or simply a frequent traveller to the mountains, each one of us has some endearing memories attached to the hills. The ancient mountains keep offering new echoes of laughter, merriment and memories to each passerby.