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Shoes and the Sage

I arrived home. Home is where mother is at least for an Indian traveller. I arrived home after forty four days.

When I started I wanted to buy new shoes. I even spent a good second half of the day in trying to get closer to what my wandering feet wanted. I had bought a pair of black trekking shoes in early August but even though there is nothing as such as over walking in the mountains but by the time I finished my journey they seemed done. Any ways I could not find new shoes and left India with the same black shoes.

I traveled around Thailand and more so in Cambodia. I came back to Kolkata and while spending my ninth evening in Kashi on Chausathi Ghat I met an old man whom I felt kept looking at my still walking feet as I followed his gaze and later worn out feet. I offered if he would like to use them, winters are here and so is Kumbh. He smiled.

These forty days were exhausting and exhilarating. Travelling and experiencing newer yet similar culture countries, to be working amongst thirty different nationalities in Siem Reap and getting blessed to work on the legendary Sin Sisamuth. To be able to see Cambodia’s country side and cycling along sisamuth’s songs filled in my ears.

To be traveling back from countries where I couldn’t eat much, to Varanasi was like blessing from Annapurna, and today mother. Feeling her breath, her warmth, her smile and her Chai.

Happy new Year to you all. May you receive care and color in your life.

There is only so much to do, to look forward to, to love and to write every single day of my life here.

Let’s get on the boat.



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