At Some Point

If winters are not cold, then what is? Maybe you. You used to be as cold as the winter. Last year, the winter was cold, as always. But, you were colder than that. The year before that, winter was same but the chilliness was less. So were you. This year, winter is same again but the chilliness is damn high. And I don’t even know about you. I, now, do not expect some other person to make my winter warm. I love the winter the way it is. Because it is real, it is true. There is beauty in nude reality, which is prettier than the masked truth.   I know you even though I don’t actually know you. I don’t know you even though I actually know you. This is funny shit. No worries though. Because I have got some other things to worry about. Like I don’t even want to go to bathroom in winters. I shall file a complaint to it on the behalf of my skin. Whatever. Truth is that I have grown up with the seasons that co

Come, I’ll tell you my secrets You tell me about yours Don’t you think it’s already the time? Look, The page is turning to the new beginning to the new wonders The new chapter where we share our secrets, our everything, where I see the colors of bliss and this dynamics of ours is amazing. Listen, We understand each other We’ll, at least, try to All I want at the end is ME with YOU.

“Post-vacation blues” I learnt the term that defines my feelings of now. It has been said many times but it is worth repeating - Travelling is like a drug; the more you travel, the more you crave for it. Based on this very line, I can say that I’m high now. But actually, I always am – addicted – to travelling. Mount Dhaulagiri and range captured from Poon Hill Every time I get back from a trip, I get the mixed-up feelings. I am happy that I had a good time. I am sad because it’s over now and I’m back. I am dull because I don’t want it to end and I don’t want to get back to normal routine. I’m bored that I have to work now. I also have a little bit of my excitements left as I have some good photos to look at and share. But mostly, the feelings are of blues!   What usually happens is I start comparing the present with the past. Like, oh it’s already been a week? Last week, this Tuesday, I was roaming around in Pokhara. Wednesday? I was walking uphill, into the woods. O