Wandering Soul

We lose ourselves in things we love and find ourselves there, too. The left hand sticks out in thumbs up gesture; I thought I had completely lost my mind to do this after walking against the cold wind at Lakshman Jhulla and trying to hitch a hike at 8:30 am. I walked some more towards bus stop, but realised that bus-stop was very far and the rickshaws are not allowed beyond a certain point. I managed to hitch a hike halfway but the man had to go in another direction. I started walking again, I always try to travel light but this time my caring mother made me pack woolens, which I didn’t remember to wear until now. I was heading to my camp which was 35 km from Rishikesh at the place called Kaudiyala, the camp manager explained me the direction and how to reach there a day prior, all I had to do was to take any bus from Tapovan to Kaudiyala. The camp which was almost full when I called them up to check if I could get a place from 29 th to 31 st , now was full of silence, there was

In solitude there is hearing. Speak to your soul, listen to your heart. Sometimes in absence of noise we find answers. But has anyone ever heard pin drop silence? The sound of the cold places without any fan or A/C? No, not the wind, just silence. That’s what I slept to last night and woke up next morning trying to figure out where was I and what was I doing here all alone with a vacant bunk bed staring back at me. For a moment I thought I was dreaming, but the cold weather and temple bells got me on my feet and straight to the window. The view was just overwhelming, the gongs of bells in different temples, green clad mountains echoing the bell rings back at you and the majestic unhurried river Ganga flowing from one end to another. I decided to take a better view of this scene and darted to terrace, that’s when I realised it was very windy and I was not in proper layers to resist it but I was swayed by the beauty and persisted for next 5 minutes. After not so hot shower I wa

Delhi sounds so dreadful to my ears when I first decide to go Rishikesh via Delhi. The 2012 incident still lingers somewhere in my mind and I am very apprehensive about travelling solo to the North of India. Ain't no cure to wanderlust and off I go to Rishikesh with single aim of jumping from the 83 meters. For past one month I have tried to imagine myself on the edge of the bungee platform and simulated the thoughts, rush and butterflies. Waiting for Agust Kranti to arrive Borivali, I was hoping my compartment to be young blood and not typical uncles, aunties or families who don't talk to you and give you wide stare when you tell them that you are travelling solo and otherwise staring back at you with their blank faces. It seemed like force wanted to repay for giving me outrageous time all around 2016. My bogie was buzzing with young blood and my compartment had a group travelling to Manali for some yjhd scenes and a young guy who happened to be belonging to Rishikesh.