I went to Jungfraujoch, which they claim is the highest railway station of Europe in nothing but a churidar and full sleeve warm balloon top kinda thing, and a jacket. I wore thin stockings and mildly covered shoes.
Judging by altitude and temperature terms, you could say I was practically naked on the Swiss Alps.
And it was so cold that most of the pictures my mother took of me over there, came out like this:
|My take-the-damn-picture-already expression|
But by God, was it beautiful up there......
It was like being next to stuff you see in the movies. And then feeling a little helpless because no number of pictures you take can ever do the justice to the beauty you see through your own eyes.
But one thing was startlingly clear:
That despite my teeth forming an automatic smile, because they couldn't help but chatter, and despite feeling practically like an ice sculpture myself...I still can't believe how lucky I am in seeing what I saw...