Little Cottage in the Hills

In another life, a long time ago,

I lived, in a little cottage in the hills;

With wooden shutters dressed in flowers,

and a sloping roof that the chattering raindrops would talk to me through;

Glass windows, vandalised by the fog telling its tale,

as it visited me from frosted mountain tops far, far away;

And a cozy brick fireplace that shared with my home and heart its crackling warmth.

In sharp contrast came the morning dew,

and the fresh scent of pine that trespassed into my lungs, as I greedily drank in more with every breath I’d take;

I’d wander on the quiet, winding slopes going about my everyday,

the echo of my footsteps mingled with vacant thoughts,

giving gratitude for this privileged life of inexcess;

The luxurious carpet of orange leaves and cones, crunching in complaint under my weight;

The sun’s warm rays filtered through the leaves, playing hide and seek,

and kissing my cheek, a welcome change, on a cold winter’s day;

The frothy stream in the distance, my constant companion gurgling sweet nothings in my ear,

as it flowed drunkenly over dark pebbles, its purpose in life crystal clear;

The backdrop of green peaks, just one step removed from a cottoned heaven almost within reach;

Mountain birds called out my name; they all knew me here.

Then I’d reach the cobbled streets and the hustle and bustle of the marketplace,

lending reason to my day, an unnecessary validation for my mind,

(As if simply being isn’t enough!)

People in coloured wool everywhere, I knew them all, and they knew me well;

We smiled and waved and would communicate,

about nothing and everything,

in words wrapped in misty breaths;

And soon it was time for me to return,

to my little cottage in the hills.

How do I know this, you wonder…

I can feel it in my bones, that is where I once belonged, always a mountain girl at heart;

The blanket of peace that seeps deep, deep inside,

until it reaches right into my soul whenever I remember, is proof enough;

And a sign that someday I will return,

to my little cottage in the hills.

When life will come full circle from a time unknown, unseen, but only felt;

Until then, I will feed upon these memories and this hope;

As I wait for my duties here to be done,

for a time in my life when it’ll be my turn,

to spend my days where I’m meant to be,

With the ones I love, if they will agree,

to inhabit my home and consume my heart,

In my little cottage in the hills.

-Nitya Alwani Satyani

Caught Daydreaming!

Fair warning to the family 🙂 #Himalayas

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