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Lock-down via A Traveler's lens

In a sense, as a traveler, I have lost my paradigm of life. I was sitting out in my balcony the other day listening to the chirping of birds and instead of cheering me up, it pierced me like an arrow. I was jealous. As much as I come into the present and work on making the best of what is a very transformational time in our human history; there is a part of me that feels altogether....lost.

"Maybe this is how cricketers who injure themselves and need to stay at home, to get well, feel like".

Yes, as a traveler, this is exactly what I feel.

Some days, I feel like a bird in a cage. Trapped. Just the monotony of daily confinement in four walls goes against pretty much all my principles of living. Locking myself in a cave in Himalayas, sure. But an apartment complex? Not really.

At the same time, there is so much to be grateful for. And its not just a nice-sounding phrase. Gratitude literally shifts your biological state into a space of abundance rather than lack. It changes your sight to such an extent that your entire experience itself changes. And so I keep moving in and out of myself. Moving between the 3-dimensional reality of this frustrating situation and the 5-dimensional realm of my higher self which is not limited by space or time.

And in a sense, this is happening. Whilst in ancient times, we would take our own sweet time- the effort towards self realization is now a forced necessity. As the world around us crumbles, our internal journey is taking the forefront of our focus- just so we can live in a state of peace in this wild pandemic situation.

Some days, I imagine what it was like to be free, what it was to walk around on the beach or climb on mountain top. All those millions of memories are still so tangible.

And it takes me to the last 10 minutes I spent looking down atop at the Zanskar valley in Ladakh. Where mentally I didn't know what was going to happen, but intuitively, I knew I was doing exactly what I needed to do.

And this way, life becomes a delicate balance- of grieving the loss of one of my biggest sources of happiness and appreciating the beauty of this earth, that' s unfolds everyday, into something better than we ever imagined.

And my heart calls out- Life is going to get better soon. Hang in there!

Some snapshots of my trips to Ladakh, Gandikota and Wayanad

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