There are always two destinations: The one we know and the one we do not know.
This destination I have heard of, read of is much different than I thought.
I was suggested to rest for the day to get acclimatized to the weather.
A surreal mix of fact and fantasy it is.
The rapidly transforming weather confused me. I kept asking my senses what time of the day it is.
“just 10 minutes passed away?” asking myself, kept tapping my watch.
Creative potential of these young fold mountains is intense.
Usually prone to excessive adjectives whenever I come closer to nature;
I became deaf. I couldn’t move a muscle, I was stoned. Plus I was sleepless last night reading to Rumi’s parables.
Closed shutters, abandoned roads welcomed me just like Srinagar.
Only this time, it was the weather responsible for close down, not insurgency.
Perhaps, intense weather could be the greater villain that no one dare challenge.
In a way, going to places during the “OFF” season is a blessing.
Off season = Authentic peace – (Selfie experts + tourist chaos)
While thoughts took time to germinate, I began working on the Map that I took from JK tourism help center, hand-picking the routes and adjusting mind compass.
After several negotiations with the weather, began my scout with borrowed lens.
Sometimes, you don’t realize the happiness within but you are smiling. The same happens when we get what we long.
I chose to start this journey solo., but karma had something else in its backhand.
I chose to be secretive about this trip. There is no point trying to explain difference between awe awful to people who think both are same.
Nervousness and the hesitation still stayed while socializing. But a comfort has developed with self being.
Of course, every journey is a journey in itself.
Some faded memories ⇓⇓⇓