At the turn of the year, I knew I wanted to move on. Move on not from people or places but from myself, and the tardiness that had set in in my everyday functioning. My day would start with thinking about how long do I have to get out of bed, dress up, look presentable and go to work before I could start calling myself (and obviously become one) a millionaire.
Well, that clearly has not happened and may take forever + few more years to fall in place. But there was always a sickening worry about how I would make it happen? Did I have it in me to work towards a break that my mind had asked for, and did I have it in me to just lock my computer, stand up and walk away from it, #likeaboss?
Social media had begun proving itself to be less of a friend and more of a foe aka occupational hazard when it kept throwing these posts by travel portals and travel bloggers trying to evoke this sense of jealousy I could contain no longer ’cause all that I was doing was sitting there, dreaming with my hands and my work laptop chained together.
Then one fine morning that opportune day and moment arrived for I suddenly had clarity on what I wanted… Or so I think or thought.
Nonetheless, all this inspiration I had been amassing from the works of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran and Ghalib, I decided the time to let go was here. I had started seeking what sought me, and thus, the days to the start of this ending was set in motion and everything seemed to be working out smoothly thereafter. No long hours or silly things seemed to be bothering me then. This could have been the big picture of that moment that helped me get through those times. Mentally I was already in this better place – exploring, hiking, trekking, road tripping first in the culturally rich Rajasthan, followed by revisiting the gulleys of Delhi (so to speak) that I had left behind a few years ago, and then head to my favorite of all time – the mountains!
‘Twas how Dr. Seuss had said, “kid, you’ll move mountains”. And here I was, preparing to come to terms with reality outside the comfort of a cushy office and air conditioned surroundings to go au naturale. First to experience the taste of sand that flew in the dunes, followed by feeling miniature infront of the majestic mountains, in this case, the Dhauladhar range which is home to Dharamshala and Mcleodganj, primarily. This was also when a lot of firsts were going to happen to me, from effectively the first-ever solo trip to several others. I’ve called the solo trip a soul trip ever since, ’cause rarely do things speak to your soul, and this was one of them, a permanent memory that will give way to several more I’m gung-ho about creating.
Even today as I write this piece, I can feel the cool breeze of the mountains and imagine Moon Peak smiling down at me every time I shut my eyes.
Silences too have a sound, if you listen carefully you can hear a story in every corner. For someone who has not just been bitten but could be a travel bug herself, every time the wind blows through the trees, or howls in your ear, you could sense a message she carries from these beauties of mother nature waiting to be heard.