Wandering Soul

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.