Excerpt From Dr.Mani’s ‘THE ICEDROP’. To read the book, go here: click
I woke up.
I had been fast asleep for a long time. It could have been ten years. Or even a hundred. Maybe longer.
I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
High up in the exalted snow-capped peaks of the majestic Himalayas, time had a different meaning. Or no meaning.
The Glacier had been there for thousands of years; for millions; forever. It would be around for many more. Indian mythology calls it the birthplace of the sacred river, Mother Ganga. For me and many other ice drops, it was the only home we knew or remembered.
All around us the jagged mountain-tops thrust upwards into the sky in a determined effort to reach the heavens. Their pure snowy whiteness dazzled brilliantly in the late afternoon sunlight. In the distance I could see the opening to the cave within which the revered Ice God reigns in frozen splendor.