It was a fine Saturday and I was sleeping, happily all lost in my dreams. Suddenly, there was some noise Buzz.. Ugh ..what was that ..Alarm..No! Then later getting into some my senses I realized it was a call from home and next moment I was standing at the bus stop with half closed eyes and bags on my shoulder.
Yes, I had to rush to my hometown due to some urgent thing and had to board a non-AC bus. Alass! somehow I was able to manage to get a bus and a window seat and started my journey with rattling windows. As we all say there is good in everything, so yea, it rained past night and It was early morning and the window seat! The pleasant soothing breeze was constantly touching my face and outside I was experiencing rain bleached roads and all fresh nature.
So rather than plugging headphones into my ear, I preferred going with the amazing nature I could relate outside and natural nuisance I could experience inside. I closed my eyes, soon I was taken to my old good memories, I was again scaling the heights at Rohtang and riding the Yak. I again slipped over the snow and this time too I found it difficult to get back on my own! It was all around snow and more snow and right above was blue rather I should say more blue sky. It was very cold and It felt great after you experience Delhi's scorching heat. And I heard a loud horn, I did not understand that moment that how I can listen to horn here in all snow, I could feel some heat too. Suddenly got some jerk, breaking from my yawn, I realized half distance has been covered,and sun has come down and I was just day dreaming!
I could relate human thought process to a horse ride. You keep jumping between millions of them and they never stop.
I found Bus was standing at some junction and in mean time the vendors of eatables have bumped in. But yes they were the need of time. I quickly bought a bottle of mineral water and this quenched my impatient thirst. I rolled my eyes all over inside and something caught my eyes.
An old aged uncle ji with Turban was buying out Kulfi and he took out his wallet, payed the vendor and whispered something to him. The vendor went to the other end of the bus and handed Kulfi to a woman dressed in yellow sari. And before the women in amusement could say anything, the uncle ji yelled from the back, "le lo, tmhre liye liya h"(take it, I bought it for you).
And I didn't realize when a smile drew on my face watching them, taking away all my stress. I must say this is the beauty of love, it reflects! I can give different meaning, different perception to different things but I guess love is boundless, love is selfless in all horizons. The true love stays & grows between the two. You do not always need roses to express it. It could be a small sweet gesture and your tender care :)
Your travel sometimes amaze you, you go on exploring surprisingly the best part of relationships & their bonding. Travel is seeing or rather I should say Travel solo is all about seeing and finding some hidden stories and creating some new ones. It is about discovering the beauty in every object, gesture and motion. And sometimes it is weaving beautiful story captured from human emotions.
Yes, I had to rush to my hometown due to some urgent thing and had to board a non-AC bus. Alass! somehow I was able to manage to get a bus and a window seat and started my journey with rattling windows. As we all say there is good in everything, so yea, it rained past night and It was early morning and the window seat! The pleasant soothing breeze was constantly touching my face and outside I was experiencing rain bleached roads and all fresh nature.
So rather than plugging headphones into my ear, I preferred going with the amazing nature I could relate outside and natural nuisance I could experience inside. I closed my eyes, soon I was taken to my old good memories, I was again scaling the heights at Rohtang and riding the Yak. I again slipped over the snow and this time too I found it difficult to get back on my own! It was all around snow and more snow and right above was blue rather I should say more blue sky. It was very cold and It felt great after you experience Delhi's scorching heat. And I heard a loud horn, I did not understand that moment that how I can listen to horn here in all snow, I could feel some heat too. Suddenly got some jerk, breaking from my yawn, I realized half distance has been covered,and sun has come down and I was just day dreaming!
I could relate human thought process to a horse ride. You keep jumping between millions of them and they never stop.
I found Bus was standing at some junction and in mean time the vendors of eatables have bumped in. But yes they were the need of time. I quickly bought a bottle of mineral water and this quenched my impatient thirst. I rolled my eyes all over inside and something caught my eyes.
An old aged uncle ji with Turban was buying out Kulfi and he took out his wallet, payed the vendor and whispered something to him. The vendor went to the other end of the bus and handed Kulfi to a woman dressed in yellow sari. And before the women in amusement could say anything, the uncle ji yelled from the back, "le lo, tmhre liye liya h"(take it, I bought it for you).
And I didn't realize when a smile drew on my face watching them, taking away all my stress. I must say this is the beauty of love, it reflects! I can give different meaning, different perception to different things but I guess love is boundless, love is selfless in all horizons. The true love stays & grows between the two. You do not always need roses to express it. It could be a small sweet gesture and your tender care :)
Your travel sometimes amaze you, you go on exploring surprisingly the best part of relationships & their bonding. Travel is seeing or rather I should say Travel solo is all about seeing and finding some hidden stories and creating some new ones. It is about discovering the beauty in every object, gesture and motion. And sometimes it is weaving beautiful story captured from human emotions.
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