I arrived home. Home is wherever is mother. I arrived home after forty four days.
When I left, I only wanted to buy shoes. I even spent a good second half of the day in trying to get closer to what my wandering feet wanted. I had bought a pair of black trekking shoes in early August but even though there is nothing as such like over-walking in the mountains, but by the time I finished my journey they seemed done. Any ways I could not find new shoes and left India with the same black ones.
I traveled around Thailand and more so in Cambodia. I came back to Kolkata and while spending my ninth evening in Kashi on Chausathi Ghat I met an old man whom I felt kept looking at my black shoes. As I followed his gaze and later his worn out feet. I walked up to him and said, winters are here and so is Kumbh. He smiled.
These forty days were exhausting and exhilarating. Travelling and experiencing newer yet similar culture countries, to be working amongst thirty different nationalities in Siem Reap and getting blessed to work on the legendary Sin Sisamuth. To be able to see Cambodia’s country side and cycling along finding sisamuth’s songs filled in my heart and ears.
To be traveling back from countries where I couldn’t eat much, to Varanasi was like blessing from Annapurna, and today mother. Feeling her breath, her warmth, her smile and her Chai.
Happy new Year to you all. May you receive care and color in your life.
There is only so much to do, to look forward to, to love and to write every single day of my life here.
Let’s get on the boat.