As
if I am in a dream. A travelling life in high Himalayas is not the dream. It's a reality which eludes me some times. It’s this life – a life in the private corporate sector,
working almost for financial incentives and promotions - which seems a dream to me.
My move to Bombay – more than a year-and-a-half ago – has torn me away
from that which I love very much – the Himalayas.
Yes, I like the sea, I do like
Bombay, I like beaches. But there is nothing more I like than a sight of
snow-capped mountains waking up in the morning. In the last few months, the
Himalaya itch was killing me. I began making plans to travel to Ladakh more than
two-and-a-half months before the travel date. Since I finalised the plan, I told myself every day I have to be patient and that it will happen. I so
looked forward to this that I thought my trip would get cancelled. But I did go! I went to Ladakh on what
became a 9-day trip. More details soon!
Some photos can be found @Instagram:
The call of the Himalayas was so strong that I had written
this before I travelled (normally I don’t provide background of my poems)
Waiting, dancing hidden
counting every moment –
when will I lie
on your lap?
will I ever reach
that point?
Dreaming, day-dreaming,
can’t wait anymore,
desiring, when I resolved
to never desire,
failing, in my gameplan.
But I know you
will come to me
if I am unable
to reach
you
