A week ago, around this time in the night, I came home with a head full of thoughts and a strange quiet in my heart. I was trying to fall asleep. I knew I had to wake up to reality at some point. A reality far from snow-capped mountains and the clearest of skies one could fall asleep under. I was coming back after a week in the Himalayas. This was supposed to be a soul-searching trip, a trip that would find me in the greatest revelations of my life, a trip that would help me figure everything out, once and for all. It wasn't. It was tiring and exhausting, the 12,000 foot climb. I returned with a nearly frost-bit toe and my body was struggling a bit to get comfortable with the sudden change in temperature. I almost couldn't breathe normally for a day in the office AC. To cut a long story short, I didn't quite find my soul. Not just yet. For a week, I kept a note open on my phone in order to write something. I wanted to write, not because of my almost non-existent writing p
Lalita Surabhi