There is a particular set of tumbling rocks at Harsil. The mighty bhagirathi river faces the tiny obstacle of a tree stump that has securely angled itself over these rocks. Such that you can sit on it and watch the miraculous river tumbling through the mountains.
That my dear friends is the place for reading dear Ruskin's journey of life.
..Journey of the river, mountains, the man who came back to himalayas because in the rolling hills of english countryside ( where he went to work as a young man) he could not hear the howling of the hedges in the wind at night- all he could hear was the slurp with which pinecones are extinguished in late evening cooking in remote mountain villages...
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