As the vehicle wound down the hills, I wanted to sleep. Surviving on three hours of sleep, the motion of the car was lulling me into closing my eyes. Yet I wanted to see and absorb the mountains for one last time. The mountains which had been my home for last nine months. Which had kept me safe while the world outside reeled under the pandemic. And, especially for the love it provided me while I stayed in its bosom away from my family for so long. The mountains!
I had come to Shimla, not in great anticipation. Mountains are difficult. Every step requires effort. Life in levelled land is much easier and convenient. But now I am changed. Mountains are beautiful when respected. They teach perseverance in doing small things. I came here during winters when the hills were clad in white snow. From winters, we came to spring, when all the mountain flowers bloomed. Then came the summer, when it was reliving to be away from the heat of the plains. Then I left in autumn.
Shimla and its people has taught me many things in this time. I have come to value my time much more. Moving away from here taught me that even a single second is precious and memorable. And ultimately it’s not the place, but the people who make it worthwhile. The people I have been surrounded with in these past months have been generous. They made me a part of their life, even though momentary. They have loved and cared for me for which I am grateful. This past year has been one the most memorable time of my life because of these people. Almost every day had its significance. They have helped me grow as a person. I come back to my (original) house, with multitude of experiences and moments.
I remember the day I started my journey in these hills. The journey has been good and satisfying. I couldn’t have asked for a better one. The hills and its people graciously accepted me and for that I will always remember them fondly. Now, when I leave these hills, it’s an end to this phase. My heart is still heavy on leaving them behind. But without accepting an end to this one, I couldn’t start a new journey, a new phase. I treasure this journey into my heart and will remember it to give me a smile (or a laughter) in future. This place won’t be my home any longer but it will always remind me what a home feels like. I hope the next place strengthens me even more. Goodbyes are hard but a necessary part of life. It’s time to bid adieu to these hills and open my eyes to the new roads ahead.
Till then,
Bon Voyage
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