Ever thought of living similar to himalayan postcards or magazines?

Postcards from the mountains, surrounded by snow and greens, celebrating contrasts all together, with trillions of possibilties and uncertainities, hovering up in the minds, in those city chaos, grinding up to get some calm pleasant surprise, even the roads might be with twist and turns, existing up somewhere in the lap of himalayas, pushing bit by bit beyond the imaginative boundaries, going deep in the beautiful snippets, craving more for the peace, in the lap of himalayas, trying to find the perfect equilibrium, in some unexplored valley of himachal, nestled far away from the city chaos, heart filled with joy and eyes with happy tears, how can anyone won’t get emotional? As happiness falls directly from the eyes, the perfect dose of happiness, while crossing crystal claer water streams barefoot, walking in the dense forest of himalayas, surrounded by lush meadows and apple orchids, secluded baga sarhan with less humans and more peace . . .