The Rainbow at Triund, Himachal Pradesh
After I had seen and clicked the rainbow at Triund (must I add till it had almost vanished), I went for a long walk through the meadows. I came back at dusk, slightly cold.
So the fire near the camp was the most inviting place. As soon as the sun goes down, the temperature suddenly drops. Near the fire there were four of us waiting for the dinner. There was a girl from Switzerland, a young lad from the US and the two of us. The boy from the US had been in India for the last 10 months (exiting after 180 days for a visa run to another nearby country like Sri Lanka or Nepal) and had been traveling extensively.
The amount of places he had been to in India, we have not managed to see even a fraction of it. I am, in fact, wondering that if I add all my holidays together taken till date, they may still not add up to a month. What a depressing thought!
So I asked him, “What made you choose India?” He replied, “I was attracted to the ashrams.” I asked him hesitantly, “If you don’t mind my asking so, did you discuss it with your family or you don’t do such a thing?” He smiled, “My parents were really scared, they thought I may never come back.” I was wondering if we may ask this one but then Sesha did, “We really don’t hold very high opinion of Ashrams.” He agreed, “Yes, many of them are a little more commercialized than I thought they would be. But there are a few serious places too. I anyway discovered that I was not really serious about it.”
I then asked him, “So how have your journey across India been?” Without blinking he said, “India has taught me patience! I take a lot more things in my stride now”