A bunch of tiny happy souls welcomed us as we entered one of the most rural and untouched parts of Arunachal Pradesh, India. It was a lovely, idyllic hamlet tucked away in the eastern Himalayas, made up of a handful of medieval stone houses and was full of kids gleaming with profound enthusiasm and curiosity.
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Open all your senses! Listen to the prayers echoing through the valley… Feel the chill that comes with a breeze in the hills on a dull, overcast afternoon. Do you see a monastery in the distance? If you look a little longer you might as well see some monks with butter tea pots. The wind
What’s the probability of having the same co-passenger on a return journey? Wait… let me rephrase the question. What’s the probability of meeting them again on the return journey when your destinations are different, where each bogie in the train has a sitting capacity of approx 100 passengers and there are at least 20 bogies
A village nestled deep within the mountains Where the homes are made of stone walls and red roofs and lizards dwell in abundance… A village only accessible via a flight of stairs A climb down off the road which is steep and long enough To test your legs and lungs. In such a hamlet stays
The more you observe the more you will see and the more intrigued you will be. The sheer variety and irrelevance of so many things at one place have a hypnotizing effect.
I don’t feel like I would ever get Goa off my list. There is a lot more to explore. One has to visit the place, spend a good amount of time to connect and feel at home. In Goa we always feel like at home even when it is not at all like Mumbai. That’s the connect this place has with many of us and there are very few who would visit it just once in their lifetime.