LIFE (XLIV)

I want to scream
Shout to this world
What I am going through
I want to tell everyone my plight
Let everyone listen
And laugh at me
And suffer with me
And share my agony

I want to scream
Shout to this world
Cry for help
That I want to come out of this
Help me! Help me! Help me!
And share my suffering.

( A thought as to why we are afraid of sharing our emotions, plight with this world, thinking what the other person will think. Sharing may not provide complete solace, but it doesn't harm also)

Deer Park, Delhi

Jaipur

KASOL (Day 4 and 5)- (XLIII)

I started retreating to Kasol
the next day
with more confidence
as then I knew the way

Reaching Chalal
I took a break
I stopped at Guru Cafe
which was serving ash cake

There I met few people
who joined me in my journey to Kasol
We stopped at river bed
which was their common protocol

Tired but still energetic
I went to Little Italy Cafe
I had Apple Cider
as I realised it was Friday

The day was still incomplete
As I hadn't gone to Evergreen
Trippy music and delightful dinner
Watching the brightness of full moon in between

The next day I caught a bus
till Manikaran
which is famous for its hot spring, Gurudwara and hot cave
amongst everyone

I went into the cave
and it was like taking sauna bath
so soothing, so meditating
it removed all the previous day's trek wrath

In evening I caught bus till Delhi
reached my home the next morning
Happy, peaceful, settled, satisfied
Kasol, a heaven on earth
I left behind.

Vapours of hot Spring- Shiv Mandir (Manikaran)

In Shiv Mandir black chana boiled in hot spring water is given as parshad 

Shiv Mandir- Manikaran

Mr. Kapinjal, another solo traveller from Assam- a seeker with good sense of humour 

Hot spring

Manikaran

Vapours of hot water

Kasol

KASOL- DAY 3 (XLII)

Day 3

The day started with breakfast and the river view

Alpine cafe, mountains and the sky which was bright blue

I started my trek for Chalal

reaching there in half an hour

Wondering what to do next

I met a group of people who suggested to go to Rasol

which was a two hours trek

I joined them in their venture

And when they stopped in between

Bidding them goodbye, I continued with my own adventure

Two hours passed and I couldn't see any sign

I met a group of villagers who told me

it would take another two hours, but I would be fine

We walked together till the half way, talking in sign language

Washing face in waterfalls, drinking water as I was carrying no sandwich

The mountain was getting steeper

And I started losing patience

Alone, empty stomach and the fear of unknown

Pain started in my leg bone

But there was no looking back now

I had to reach Rasol somehow

Finally I reached my destination

and for me it became a pure celebration

I hogged on food like I hadn't eaten in days

Paranthas, Maggie, chai and the lays

When the stomach got full

my mind started working

No stamina to retreat

Yes! a new guest house- I started searching

Exploring the village Rasol and climbing further

I found a guest house with the name Dola Ram

Mr Dola Ram being the owner and Ramesh the caretaker

With the snow covered mountain peaks

the view was spectacular

It was worth a trek

and I realised that's how life is of a traveller

It was chilling cold there at the top

I could see the clouds moving in my lap

and suddenly I felt a rain drop

Ramesh immediately moved the bonfire inside the kitchen room

Cooked delicious omelette and tea

Talked about his two children

and the story of how he became a groom

Rains became heavier

We chatted with the TV on

I retreated to my room

thinking what was next from thereon

Tired but unable to sleep

I grabbed my book "Into The Wild"

As if it was my story

I read and smiled

It was an amazing day 

by all means

And I didn't realise

when I went into the deep dreams.

bridge to cross Parvati River- Way to Chalal

way to Rasol

Trek

Beauty

Mr Ramesh

View from my Room- Dola Ram Guest house

Waterfall- A village man whom I requested to take my picture and he became quite  excited after  holding the camera

View from Om Cafe where I had paranthas and maggie

Way to Rasol

The fellow villagers 

The fellow villagers

KASOL (Day 1 and 2) - MY ANOTHER SOLO VENTURE! (XLI)

24th November 2015- 29th November 2015

Day 1 and 2

There was some jinx between Kasol and me,
whenever I used to make plan, my friends ditched me.

This time I decided to go solo
to explore the place with my own shadow.

I booked an evening bus from Delhi
reached Bhunter with an empty belly

On the adjacent seat I met a man
who was a contractor and a businessman

He snored the whole night
but when he talked, he talked  right

He discussed his business
and I discussed my passions

He asked that why I was alone
Didn't I like the company of known

I said I wanted to spend time with myself
To find and to explore myself

He helped me find a bus from Bhunter to Kasol
My guest house not being good I started taking a stroll

I booked a new place 'Raj Palace'
It was a perfect place to find solace.

I started exploring the roads and cafes
The Parvati river and the mountains. 

That's how the day was well spent
More to come as to what I saw and dreamt. 

PARVATI RIVER

GRAFFITI ON KASOL WALLS

EXPLORING KASOL

GRAFFITI

KASOL ROADS

CONTENTMENT (XL)

I wanted money

God gave me plethora of it,

I wanted love

God bestowed excess of it

I wanted freedom

God gifted me that on birth itself

I wanted identity, protection, affection, 

understanding, leisure and creation,

I have 'everything' now 

but still feel I have nothing

I wondered what else I want

And realised that there lies no answer

I can never be content 

without my own will and consent.

House Boat, Kerala

LOVE- IT'S AN ILLUSION (XXXIX)

I remember you every minute

Though we may not talk everyday

I dream about you day and night

Though we may not meet everyday

I dance to the tune of your music

And you play to the rhythm of my movement

It is the distance which keeps us together

Otherwise, our Love is an illusion.

Illusion (Baba Dhansar Lake, Vaishno Devi)

LOVE- IT'S ALL ABOUT SIMPLE GESTURES! (XXXVIII)

I love your kiss and your hug

I love your magical touch

I love the way you hold my hand

while crossing the road

You somewhat somewhere 

ease all my load

I love the way we shop together

And our breakfast of tea, bread and butter

I just love the way you are

You make me forget all my scars

I wish you never change

Though our paths are different

our relationship always remains the same.

Life is a journey (Lansdowne, Uttrakhand)

And we are tiny souls in this journey (Jim Corbett, Uttrakhand))