with my wife in the mountains

Imagine waking up to a snow capped mountain in your backyard! how about the sun rays piercing through the rooftop!! That feeling of beauty is what I get every morning when I wake up next to my beautiful wife. A woman so complex that sometimes I feel like writing a book as a tribute to her.

What can I say about a woman with the heart of an angel! She is an unsung Mother Teresa who thinks of everyone as a child and herself as their mother. At the same time she is my innocent baby that I feel the need to protect from this cruel heartless world. She is an artist...I think that is what gives her this ability to see beauty in everything that she comes across...and I am a technician...which I guess gives me this curse to see the ugliness that hides behind the beauty!!

I wasn't this quick to dismiss beauty before...there was a time I wanted to know what pure untainted beauty is like. Love is there if we want it to be there...like the quote I heard somewhere, "You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it." But, is it possible to be as pure as a baby after being put through this "life Imprisonment", funny how life and imprisonment go together!

So I wake up...wake up in the mountains...with my wife in the mountains...and I feel a faint shift in a faraway place. A current of unknown consequences is on its way, moving towards me like an unstoppable wave of fate.