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All in "poetry"
"Somewhere in Jaintia Hills, Meghalaya..."














Last year, was a year of travels. More than the thirst for experiencing a new place, travel for me is more about self-discovery, soul-work and connecting with the Self. As an ode to the traveller, just jotted down a few lines that chose me to write them down. Here goes...

                                                                              Sometimes...

All you know, is that you just know. 

That it is time. Not earlier, not later, not some other time. 

That Now, it is the Time. 

To Love, To Live, To Let go. 


So, I took the road, which, they say, is less traveled. 

But did I ever perceive it that way? 

No. 

All I knew, was that it was my Path, the path that came naturally to me.

The path that beckoned my Soul. 


The more I traveled, the more compassionate I became. 

The more turns I passed, the more fearless I became. 

The more stops I had to make, the more calm I became. 

The more unknown it felt, the more self-doubt I overcame. 

With every destination that I reached, the more humble I became. 


Suddenly, it all made sense. 

The journey that I am on is called the constant journey of Becoming. 

And you know what’s the best part? 

Everything was right there. Within me. And I never realized. 

There was nothing extra, that I became. 

Yet, I became. Becoming, I Am.