The last descent of the sun, unlike the day, feels leaving us the fastest. And how each day then once consumed, becomes thought of the night. Turning into complexly connected dreams in sleep. Each moment. Every missed yes, becomes only a memory once its gone and done with.
Deep in the valley of Almora, there is a temple hidden in the oasis of many layers of devdars called Chitai Mata Temple or the Golu Devta Temple. On a cold morning when i decided to walk through the jungle of celestial trees, i didn’t know that i will never reach there. Not because villagers told me it was far. Or because i got frightened as villagers tried to stop me for the tiger might find me alone. To tell you, this the story of every mountain. For each valley you will visit, you will find one fearless man telling you to fear. For a tiger or two, or certainly a bear might arrive. And as always. I left.
But as I left to not reach, i wandered as the jungle became dense, and even slept. Waking up to the flute i played for myself, taken up by many birds instead, pushing me to move, to walk but when i this time i started parading, appeared from no where, not even from behind my eyes, a world of wonder where there were only swings and swings every where. All around me. No one else. But a woman. An old woman with a bucket, slowly pouring water to the plants i did not see.
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Sharing some images from that unfinished walk which i called ‘Simtola’.
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If today is the first time you have arrived on The Road to Nara, you are heartily welcome ~ Namaste
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Lessons as a Traveller from several years on the road, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara.
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