Kausani

Kausani

The second phase of my journey started. I knew I wanted to go somewhere in mountains. Also, I wanted to find a place which had no famous tourist attractions. The purpose was to experience how it's like to live in the mountains and too much tourism would have failed the purpose. After some research I found a small hill station named Kausani in Uttrakhand.

Chandigarh

Souvenir from Chandigarh

When I reached Chandigarh, I didn't have any hotel room booked. I didn't exactly know what I was going to do. I just packed up my bags, tied ‘em up on my bike and arrived there. One might think that I was trying to escape, but if I really had to escape, I would have locked myself in a room and binged on books, TV shows, and alcohol. I was doing the opposite of escaping. I was trying to find a home or at least a place that would feel like home.

What is This?

There is no direction to this.
Neither this will have a harbor.
There are no euphemisms.

This doesn't have a meaning.
This doesn't intend to have a meaning.
This isn't planned.
This isn't random.
This is not pleasurable.
This is not painful.
This doesn't aim to teach anything.
This doesn't want to learn anything.

This is an experience.
This is a void.
This is nothingness.
This is everything.
This is boring.
This is exciting.
This is loneliness.
This is fellowship.

If you wish to see a start or an end,
You are at the wrong place.
If you love to jump right into the middle,
Welcome aboard.