After a certain point it was pitch dark inside the #cave . Mark, our guide would patiently focus his double torch lights for me to take #photographs . We could #explore inaccessible areas only because of him.
This might seem like a casual image, but it's an important one for me. Important as a lesson.
Because this was the moment I decided to turn back while attempting to reach Indrahar pass. I was only about 250m away from the pass. But the sole of my shoes were coming off; if you look closely it's visible in the left shoe.
I could still try it but the weather was getting bad and walking with a bad shoe at about 14,000 ft on rocky+snowy terrain is nothing but foolishness. It was very difficult to turn back but was the logical thing to do.
It taught me how important it is to check your gears before pushing limits. In the mountains, you can eliminate a lot of risk with proper preparation.
However, I decided to have my lunch there to console myself.
I met पम्मी when I first visited my village, I was 10 back then. Since then, she always asked my grandparents if I was visiting anytime soon.
I recently visited my village & I'm 22 now. I decided to meet her to see if she still recognises me. She recognised me from across the road & I kid you not, the smile she had on her face. My mother wouldn't have ever been this happy seeing me.
She wasn't angry because I didn't see her for 12 years nor did she tell me that she'd never see me again because I already had other friends in the city.
The whispers, that unfolded
at the threshold of the pigeon blue,
The lil droplets of clarity,
Splashing on their memories.
The silver lining shines, amid the
clouds of uncertainty, yonder the expanse;
The end to some, the beginning to others,
A moment of reunion, a place of revelations.
The rage, the energy, them
waves, they hold;
Entwining into the heat, the passion,
the eyes, them burn.
The lil one's arm that stretched,
Failing to grasp those droplets of bliss;
The hand that held, reliving the
rare trip to harmonious solitude.
Contrast and intercalation,
Lacing their hands
Like the present and future,
Weaving a scene, a reverie.
When the blue sky meets the blue sea, it's a time for all things blue 🌊💙 #ShotonOnePlus
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When you miss a person, really really miss a person, even the things you didn't think you'd notice about them start creating a gaping hole in your life. You miss their voice, how they said your name when they called you out. You miss the way their hair was weird all the time, a random strand here, a bad haircut there. That sound logic, and the drumroll moment where they prove you wrong. The way the bones and skin just came together to form them, fluid, in motion. The assurance, the comfort and the warmth they were able to provide when you needed it the most or even when you didn't need it - it was right there. The touch, accidental? Deliberate? - it's for you to figure out. The quiet sound of them breathing, syncing with yours over time.
When you miss a person, and they are not around, it really hurts, a physical pain that just increases with every single second. You want to be there for them but don't know how. You try to communicate, but fail multiple times. You try to plan vacations, even daily schedules around them and it fails. You attempt to set aside a time to talk everyday, and day 1 of that something comes up. Everything just seems to fail.
In those moments of failed attempts, when you feel lost and terrible and it feels like this won't work, just remember all the good things and tell yourself why you started. Tell yourself that if it has worked till here, it will in the future too. Tell yourself that none of you are runners, and that you will face it together, fight the distance and fight it as long as it takes to be together again. In a cafe, opposite each other, not talking, just sitting and observing. Or in your room, just lazing around staring at the fan and talking of the weirdest things that can be talked about.