Beauty is not defined by shape, size or colour, that pleases the sight. The real beauty lies in that sheer rawness of wild Himalayan forest covered with sharp pines and deodar, and is at its best after the first snow when it loses the color. You may desire to be a part of it but its belongingness does not exist. It will not be the same, if you touch it or walk on it. It can only be pursued by those who completely surrender to it and are lost in the forest to lose themselves.
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