Knowing too much of something can kill you. Sometimes, certain things should be left for the gods to guess as well. Seeing things from a reasonable/knowable distance make them beautiful, all the more intriguing. I remember, while on my way through KKH, how I felt when I first saw Rakaposhi, the tallest beauty of Hunza. How I could trace its shape with the tips of my fingers, appreciate its formation and the snow that cupped it and the light that touched it. How could have I assumed something so beautiful that I was looking at, had had in it to put a dagger down my throat for taking one wrong step? But then, I thought of you.
