We stood on the peak of the Himalayan Mountain and stared with our mouths barely closed at the Himalayan Mountain range. We enjoyed the view that we wished would never go away from our sights. Mountains after mountains stood in front of us revealing most of what there is to see of mountains. The snow was as white as toothpaste which made the mountains stand out. The streams that cut through in between the mountains distinguished each mountain from another. And how in contrast it was when the temperature up on the Himalayan Mountain is different from where the stream was. The stream had not reached Zero Degree Celsius. Then, a gust of wind blew at us, as if a warning for us that we should hike down the mountain as the weather would not be in our favour. So, we headed down, with our heads constantly turned to take a glance at the scenery we would never forget but just in case we do, we would take the very last look at it which does not really mean it.
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