Alone

while traveling. while sitting idle alone. while walking on the road in the middle of night. the crowd of thoughts vanish and what remains are the loose ends of life that need resolved. its beautiful the way thoughts starts untangling the commotion and living behind a crisp reflection of the chiseled self. it requires no efforts from me. they are like strong waves on the beach, which takes away the everyday trivial thoughts (to which we are wedded, beyond our control.), and uplift me into the simple domain of life (as in 'alive').
hence these days i relish the long local train travel, the road back home to Nasik, the walk on city streets after work. The tired body is not a good home for mundane thoughts. As it expels them, the nourishing self-reflecting thoughts swim in and comforts the soul.
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The excellent trip to Leh has spoiled me. i so thoroughly enjoyed the chance meetings with people, the absolute no planning, being alone at times, that i can't imangine now going for trips with some group with proper planning n stuff. Though the trip educated me about the power of faith, it also reduced the flavour of the known. I now relish the taste of unknown instead. this doesn't bode well for existing friendships and expectations of others.
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The faith trip

Before the start of the trip, i had hoped for a single thing - that i would not need to dine alone for the 20 days i would be traveling. i didn't plan anything. i didn't proactively do anything. it just
so happened that i made some great friends, met some wonderful people with whom i shared wonderful time. consequently, apart from the first day in Leh, i never was alone for dinner.
its wonderful.