I reached Jalandar at 4 in the morning, it was freezing cold where i was stranded for a moment my brain froze far a few minutes and it felt like eternity where i had no clue what to do in this freezing cold, then came the miracle the courage i went out in the dark freezing cold where i knew if i just walk it will be alright i went ahead and walked to the sunshine .
In a city where there is nothing i found something the first was a religious temple and a ancient one at that "Talab Mata Mandir" where the people are busy worshipping in every other temple but the actual talab mata in the middle of the pool here also they are not doing anything in front of the actual water , i went out to see the cave and there was a statue of Lord Shiva which was beautifully made and the entrance to the cave was inside the lions mouth which is very narrow so i kept my guitar and bag outside and went in the narrow dark cave and when i came out i saw a "Shaitan" a devil whatever you call the statue only had a head and a person worshipping it . A truly non dual world exists inside the temple , i actually was very moved by this that the people in Punjab are ny kind of people who knows the world just the way it is .
As the light grew i found these beautiful horses , they seem so elegant that most beings wont even see them with all the things in them binding them to see the elegance of these horse's.
A tilak in my forehead is actually a representation of the third eye , pineal gland, a tilak can make it stronger and being able to perceive the beauty of these world .
By noon i reached Amritsar to see the golden temple but after watching the directions given on the maps as the tourists would take but i decided to go on the direction told by the Police , and let me tell you i wasn't disappointed not one bit .
I took a picture of the Golden temple made inside the Amritsar Railway Station it was a marvelous piece of work .
On the way i found the Jamia Masjid , the beautiful sun shining over and a beautiful architecture and the words the Arabic written over the walls defined elegance .
The Moti Lal Nehru Library is a small library but among them lies the books of The secret of the secret .
On the entrance of the Jaliwanwala Bagh the entrance is made recently all the construction too but anyone who visits can the feel the sadness among them in the place where something of a massive tragedy and propaganda was used. One who understands my words will know how our heroes were used for nothing but propagandas and agendas to make this country .
The roads on the way to Golden temple are so gorgeous that it feels out of ordinary but the shops all the same name tags as if the whole place was made for sale to people . The originality of these shops lack the very thing that makes a place interesting.
By noon almost at 3 i reached the Golden temple where shoes aren't allowed and they have strict rules on that , and it should be obeyed cause the beautiful elegance this temple has is not just ornamental gold but the people themselves that are protecting it give the vibe something brighter and shinnier than any ornaments.
On my way to Himachal Pradesh by bus i brought some candies which were five of a kind and each had different taste , it was something out of the book and you know the movie lol .
By night i decided to travel to Himachal, if someone had said to travel into the dark cold and unknown i would have hesitated but now i am excited for it . By 3 in the morning i reached halfway near a tunnel in Aut and there were no buses to Bali Chowki after 3 so i stayed in the open where there was not a single person but a lot of stars avobe the sky and a dog with me who came out of nowhere to keep me company in the dark where i could have been afraid but because there was a beautiful dog who i got to play with at 3 in the morning and a beautiful sky over me and a slight wind which was cold but i didn't mind much . By morning i found someone near the bus stop who gave me some cartoon boxes and papers to burn , my hands were almost frozen but the fire burned away all my tiredness and thoughts inside my mind and gave me hope to move forward and as i ran out of the house i got myself a lift to my home Bali Chowki , a home i made out of nowhere with people i love and mountains i was born in . A truly home made of glass but i decided to make this home strong before i finish my book and move again to Tajikistan for a different part of my story . After reaching i kept my bags and decided to do some trekking on the mountains where i started climbing mountains, the people were still but i started moving too fast for them . I truly know now I have changed and this time my book is out to kill the whole system of money and let people enjoy their lives as it meant for to enjoy doing what they like .
As i wrapped myself around the blanket with a stomach full meal the day was finally over .
Time is made by me these 48 hours on clock are just 1 day for me and the amazing trill to survive is my journey of life each day .