When i was ready to crawl out of the womb of my mother..I remember vaguely but correctly..A voice asked me three questions..
1. "What are you going to do in life?"
"I am going to try and struggle and live and survive"
2. "Will you walk your journey alone?"
"No, i will have family, make friends, find love, meet strangers and walk it with them"
3. "How do you think your life will turn out to be.. will you have regrets?"
"I think i will give an answer to that once i am done with it.. once i have lived it"..
And i was born..
But sometimes there are no words to describe life..
the meaning it hold.. the purpose which is not told..
what journey we will have.. what scars we will get..
what memories we will make.. what stories we will take..
what people we will meet.. how many we will greet..
what regrets will be left.. what adventures will be met..
how far we will go.. how fast we will grow..
how we will live.. how we will die..
but i know one thing in life.. that i love travelling.
And people ask me.."Why do you travel?.."
I don't have an answer to that..But i guess i don't have answer to..."Why i live?.. Why i breathe?..Why was i born?..Why i dream?..Why i see ?..Why i write?..Why i listen?..Why i sing?..Why i have family and friends?..Why...?......."these either..
But i don't contemplate on "Why"...All these are an euphemism for life..
Life that has an answer to every thought.
Every thought that make me wonder..
Every thought that reverberate in the sound of the wind to make me wander..
Making my life miserable,unpleasant but at the same time adventurous..
The adventures that brought me here.. the adventures that lead me to live..the adventures that accept me for who i am and what i want..
and so i will play with my life a little bit to see a different adventure every time.
So..Trek to Triund was an amazing experience for my heart and my soul, my picture collection and my life lesson, my listening and my writings, my love for nature and my solitude.