So, I have been coping with this dilemma for some time now, I used to be a mountain gal. I let the mountains lift me up from some of my darkest phases. I loved the hills so much, I would often go by myself.
I still love mountains, but I am also turning into a beach belle, loving the chilled out, flirtatious vibes, in a perfect contrast to the rugged and somber nature of the mountains.
The mountains turn me into a philosopher, while the beach makes me want to sing my heart out and dance away the night.
So, this year, I am visiting them both. A quiet, romantic vacay in Kashmir, sometime in August and then our annual trip to Pondicherry, sometime in December.
Fingers in symphony 