At some point in our lives, we will all grow old, eventually succumbing to sickness and death. It is not an easy thing to admit. We will neither remember every dawn and dusk, nor most of our adventures and expeditions. But a handful remains etched in our memory unless we have amnesia, those that get jotted down in our sub-conscious because they were experienced with emotions. As humans or say Homo sapiens sapiens, we almost always fail in giving vent to our emotions perfectly, may be perfection is not what we need after all. Emotions in people might emerge from any random thing say; wind, music, books, movies, dance, or for that matter even a simple cup of coffee. I am the kind of person who wants to keep exploring new places and meeting new people and at how those experiences /encounters make me feel, stands my emotion. As Man/ Woman we all like to be at our best and that is something, which doesn’t come easy. I must admit here; it took nothing shorter than a Himalayan Peak to bring out the best in me yet. Born and brought up in a close-knit family of people who run for work in the small business city of Coimbatore with a climate nowhere short of magical, it took me nearly two decades to figure out how to feel, understand and react to emotions and three years later there stood me having discovered myself, though only partially. We all have our share of fantasies that we wish would turn real someday. I am no different; Mine being to travel to that far-off land in my very own galaxy full of stars that I’ve myself named, funny isn’t it! I did stumble up to my fantasy eventually, but not without its due price which I had to cough up; my comfort zone being the first victim, followed by bruises, struggle for basic needs and all about stretching my thresholds on anything and everything. After all those seemingly lost smiles, weeks and months, there I stood. There stood me, with my boot half inside the glittering white snow on a small trail hundreds of feet above a fast running river on the slopes of the mighty Himalayas. Hands, nose and every body extremity covered with layers of warmers; but eyes wide open to be one with the most unexplainable emotion, there was my galaxy and my stars far-far away accompanied by the almost musical sounds of the water fighting its way through ice and stone in the darkness of the night. Slowly but steadily, I felt warm tears welling up in my eyes which involuntarily were swept off by my fingers maybe because no part of me ever wished to miss a second of those moments. I just pass on most day, but not today for I want to pause, gaze, and never get to the end of that moment in Spiti Valley, for there I stood watching with my eyes; my fantasy, my emotions and my own self unfold……

Some things can only be felt; they can never be expressed.

Jot them down now or never again will you be able to.