Kanika+Jain's+Memoir

Kanika Jain 1B Memior

It was that I realized when I woke up on a van – bus with my cousins, trying to hold down the upcoming throw – up, that it was suddenly cold. Very cold… and in India? I looked out the window only to see nothing but fog. I felt dizzy, sick, cold, and couldn’t see a thing. It was only after my dad explained that we were in Shimla, India now, where we were heading //above// the clouds, so I knew that nothing was wrong with me. My first time experiencing motion sickness went better than I thought because I didn’t throw up but didn’t feel so great either. Shimla was a small city located at the near- top of a mountain. Stepping out of the van- car, I breathed in the crispest, cleanest air as the fog surrounded me. I was shivering, something I thought I would never expect in India, but I just couldn’t stop smiling. I took a long hot shower, and which one had never felt so good and grasped my blankets tighter than ever for sleep. It was like I had never experienced cold before, but I hadn’t, not //above// the clouds. Waking up to the pitched horn let out from the Morning Prayer priests held every morning in the temples hidden somewhere in the miles of perfect greenery. Everything here felt so relaxing, and made everyday feel brand new, like a whole new place. Worries left behind and purity was the priority. Everyday in India would be a new adventure for me, and today definitely was. Our driver suggested horse back riding, and it seemed like a great idea for the thoughts of my family comically struggling while I would know what to do. It rained a whole lot there, so the ground was inches deep of wet mud. My expectations for my family came true for screaming, and was heard everywhere, but this time, even I held on to dear life. I laughed half the time because of the theory of my mom’s and my aunt’s horse having a love relationship. Right there became a memory born where years from now, this would be brought up with hearty laughter and smiles. The crystal raindrops kissing the freshly green trees that surrounded us made it seem so surreal because it was so //perfect//. When the worst was over, we stopped to drink and eat under a hut. The sensation of warm food outside in a chilled place was amazing and how magically, eating under a small hut brought us closer. In the middle of eating, I turned around to the sound of more crystals and to find the biggest and hardest rain shower. The clouds in the air slowly ripped away to the power of the large, harsh rain shower, and here we stood in the middle, holding a warm cup of tea under a small hut. It was the best rain shower I had ever seen. It was even better than the artificial “perfect” rain in the movies because right now, I was experiencing it. I stood in awe for the beauty of such nature. The hard rain shower slowly faded away and I was left speechless, for that correct timing and place was just //meant// to be unforgettable. We went to a temple that followed and my bare feet touched the cold, cool water with every step and I let out a calming sigh. It was one of the most holy places, and I have never expierinced anything so pure. When traveling back to the hotel, we decided to eat dinner at a little diner outside. When eating, I not only saw the fog, but felt it. They were clouds passing though us that second, where it felt like a dream. I was above the clouds. I looked down from the balcony and my eyes could have been there forever. That picture; the ones you would only find on screensavers because of its perfection, held my eyes as I experienced it right there. Forests spilled to a stop unknown, made out of one of the most expensive wood, while the smell of a fresh rain shower filled my nose. The clouds lightly hid and kissed the trees and made it seem magical, and just like the screensavers, there were those fairy- tale mountains, lightly faded from the fog, seeming endless. Above the clouds, in the little city of Shimla made me experience the happiness and purity in life, where you could find //no// where else, while underneath the clouds, laid the hell of daily troubles and real – life again. Who knew that the clouds would cover so much, and be one of the beautiful things? It was one of those days where you wish you cold stop time and stay forever.