Falling In Love with Kyrgyzstan

As the chilly wind brushed against my cheeks, I could feel the tears my eyes as I casted them to to my surroundings. I knew I had fallen in love with this place. The land offered so much quality in its resources and all unguarded for us enjoy. Coming from a race who deracinates everything for fortune, I was disarmed by Mother Nature's altruism. 

Endless carpets of grass stretched over the rolling hills following the contours of the undulating land and tucked into the sides of the river. The green on grass was more precious than emerald suggesting the cleanest air ever with the amount of chorophyll they displayed. Every blade of grass was tingling with pristine freshness. The blue river glistened under the showers of soft sunlight as it creates the most melodious gurgling with its white rapids. The sound of horses and cows grazing articulated the atmosphere while birds aptly adding notes of chirps. It was simply surreal to be in such an idylic surrounding. This place, I deem came straight from the Windows wallpaper. And to top it all, everything was raw and organic. Nothing was engineered other than my smartphone, and everything else I brought in the 4WD I came in. 

I suddenly questioned how did I settle for a life without being here all my life. All the ambitions and hussle in the city in exchange of being trapped behind the monitor and to breath gases from the exhaust pipes. What price do I have to pay to come to such a heavenly place for eternity? 

The beauty of green hills with running blue water accompanied by alluring spruce was the perfect illustration of heaven. Its beauty was ineffable. I naturally gave homage by observing silence and soaking it it all in. But no matter how much I identified as a sponge, I couldn't have enough of it.

I wondered if the city was this beautiful before the land was displaced by all the urbanization back in where I came from. The sight in front of me showed that the world indeed can be a better place without the interference of us humans who only bring destruction in the name of modernization. Entranced by the mountains, I was at the point of worship. Maybe these are the higher powers we need to believe in? The deference for nature to provide for us lowly beings.

A little distraction suddenly poked my fantasy - without an ounce of technology planted on these virgin lands, when the sun is done shining for the day, the cold must be bitter and the dark, dangerous. Would I be yearning to stay as much then? I couldn't help myself but to still say yes. In exchange of paradise, it could be worth it. Maybe a little tent, a traditional wood-burning stove and some man-made blankets won't hurt for survival. Aha! So this is is the genesis of nomad living. 

My head is still dizzy with yearning when I think of Krygyzstan- a wondrous country with literally green pastures and sky scrappers in the form of ice-capped mountains engineered by Mother Nature herself. I cannot forget the places so unearthly and surreal to people from my world.