Lanjita

The mountains of snow, Himalayas lies in the Asian continent. A long array running like a wall on a great length. Himalaya is a sacred place for Hindus. Thousand of beliefs are there, to reason the spirituality of those mountains.

The high lands of Himalayas are always covered with tall green trees, breathing in the long lines of smoky white clouds.

Paul has read it all about Himalayas because he always wanted to visit Himalayas for once in his life. Paul; was working at a software house in the city of New york.

"Hello Paul, Christmas holidays are about to come."

Said Aaron to Paul.

"Thank God, they are coming. I wanted them badly."

Aaron continued,

"Where are you planning to go this year, Mr. Wanderer?"

Paul looked into his laptop's screen with a smile and replied,

"Himalayas!"

Paul didn't have to struggle much for travelling to the pretty mountains of Himalayas. He knew a famous state of India, Himanchal pradesh. The state was walled with the snowy mounts in that winter and that was the place, Paul has decided to travel to.

Days passed swiftly, and Christmas holidays have arrived. Paul has packed up already from the beginning of December and on his very first Holiday, he was supposed to take his flight in night at sharp 3 o' clock. Paul cpuldn't sleep during flighys, so he decided to sleep for a bit before going to Airport. But the dream of a devilishly beautiful woman walking with her bare feet on the land of Himalayas who suddenly turned into blood drops made him awake so soon.

"Oh its just a dream." He said to himself. He stood up. He was sweaty in winters but he made himself a cup of coffee.

He looked on the clock, and it was still 3 hours to his flight. Paul started to watch the ticking of clock and drank his coffee. Time passed, and he picked his luggage, called a taxi and left for the airport. He can't wait to leave for India. When he reached airport, he saw that the airport was full of people. Everyone around him, was going somewhere to celebrate the Christmas eve. Paul was living alone in New York. He had no relatives and Aaron was his only friend. Paul has always spent his holidays in travelling to places and he has travelled to many places but there was something enticing about Himalayas; more than any other place.

It was now 3 o' clock and passengers were setting in the air plane. Paul found his seat. He sat down comfortably and took out his phone to saw the picture of Himalayas. It was a hundredth time, in the same night that he was looking at the picture.

"I am coming to discover your demons, Dear Himalayas!"