A journey compromise of questions, rather lot of them, an insight into all these inquisitive black

"Control you guts", i was feeling.
"what a view", my eyes were wandering, as I travel in those snaky,loopy roads cutting through mountains of himalayan ranges in northern state of uttarakhand.
Its hard for stomach but as you pass countless gorges, the beauty inherent to the place, epoch of the feeling you can't get in city air. While i was traveling to Tunganath,a temple in gopeshwar district,which like most of them placed at great heights so as to show greatness, i supposedly thought of the surrounding greens and whites and blues as the wintry blow of air shook my nerves.
After 4 hours of strenous jouney by local jeeps from state capital Dehradun, I finally reached Gopeshwar from where after 1 hour of road i reached the entry of the temple which made way for another 5 kilometers of trekking across meadows so green, that i had never seen. The place had huts all over, as gusty wind "shooed" my ear, my foot tired, made way into one of those huts which belonged to the nomadic tribe residing there for 6 months grazing herds for milk that tasted good to melt my tongue buds.
Another half met me a woman with hookah and peculiar smoke to her, an local she had a fabulous face and marvellous innocence to her face.
Next i remember reaching the place from where i could hear the bells ringing, symbolic of hindu temples, this was of one of many avtars of shiva, Tunganath.
Down i looked,
And there it was,
the dream,
Of floating in the clouds,
as beneath me was all white clouds and above me the god's grace.
I grasped my breath at once and recalled in my heart,
"how did i end up here?"
someone shouted at back, "Mountains are high."
I looked down to see white floating clouds, and thought of the woman with hookah and her smoke, and thought "Mountain are innocent."