~ End of a trip, beginning of a journey ~
I'd decided I wanted a solo trip this summer, the time I was struggling with my health issues. I wanted to be on my own, handle my shit, and travel on my own of all other things!
Come May, I still wasn't sure if my parents were willing to send me to travel alone, without a set itenerary, travel unsorted, accommodation a question and with crazy health issues, #ahem since my proposal in February during my architectural thesis.
I was still in Pune, packing up in nostalgia of leaving the city only to move back to Mumbai, and my dad calls one day, "When do you wanna book your stay and tickets to Dharamshala baby girl? I'm not letting you go last minute if you're planning a trip that easy." I jumped up all mad, going bonkers ! Oh my Dad 💙
I was actually going to travel alone - to a place I'd always wanted to go- Dharamshala.
When I landed in this little town of McLeodganj, full of colors, brown robes, tiny houses, tibetan flags, prayer bells, forest covers, friendly faces and furry doggos, I fell in love, immediately.
And I did not feel like a tourist at all, when I walked into my hostel, or when I walked around the town, when I sat in a cafe all day only reading or writing journals, or when I bumped into conversations with the locals, when I sat amongst the locals by a bench in the market, or got a spontaneous drink with a fellow solo.
I was ONE, with the place, never alone, I belonged.
A trip I decided for myself, and a beginning of a journey it gave me in return.
Soul-stirring-ly mesmerizing. A trip which has become me, I recall everyday.
A seeker I've become, not because #wanderlust but because simply #soulohtrippin , for myself, by myself.
Only to travel again, and again, and again.
P.S: Picture was clicked on the morning in Triund. Last of the series.