You’ll drift apart, it’s true, but you’ll be out in the open, part of everything alive again.
- Philip Pullman
Sometimes it is tough to state what are we going through.sometimes we need a place to hide ourselves and give it a thought what exactly went wrong. Whether it's your current job or job you left with..your relationships, trust or loyalty issues or a struggle with yourself which cripples you from making the move you want to release yourself out of that turmoil. And then more you dig into it, more you get entangled.
That constant battle streaming in my head is only defeated by travel. Those millions of conversations between me and myself under that giant sky on the shores or on the edges of mountains relieves the pain and rejuvenates me.
That's why i keep consoling my heart because no one sense your happiness and sorrows more than yourself and nature is the best companion to be with. All travel stories are not happy or sad, sometimes it is a token of memory of special people who crossed your pathways.
I lost my very close friend this 3rd of January who clicked these pictures (not the cover picture); i had a conversation with him on 27th of december 2018. He was very excited to buy a mirrorless camera but because of a chronic lung disease he left us , his death taught me a lesson our every move...each action decides our destiny.
Our 12 years old friendship will vanish like thin air, no one has ever imagined. He was a traveller and a great artist, he was the one who introduced me to this place in phoolchatti, located just behind the small tea stalls and shacks near the Ganges few kilometers from laxmanjula. I would do nothing and sit under giant sky and say a big thank you to my friend who helped me to find this place where I can share my millions of endless thoughts to the nature.