Some journeys change something deep inside you—without warning, without effort. My recent trip to Sikkim was one such journey.
As I was approaching my destination, something unexpected caught my attention. On the way, I saw a monkey gently cradling its baby, much like how a kangaroo holds its little one in her pouch. That tender moment struck me deeply—it reminded me of my mother’s love. The kind of love that stays with you, even in silence. That one scene held more warmth and emotion than words can express.
Soon after, just as I was about to reach the hotel, I looked up—and there it was: a sunset over the Himalayan mountains. Golden hues spilling over snow-kissed peaks, stillness all around, and in that moment… something within me shifted. My heart felt full. Tears began to roll down my cheeks without any explanation. It was overwhelming, humbling, and deeply moving. I whispered to myself, this is where I belong. I would give up everything for this stillness—for this feeling of home.
A Moment Beyond Words
Honestly, what I’ve written here might be just 0.1% of what I truly felt. No words could fully contain what I experienced. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to fully express it—and I’ve made peace with that. Because I know I’m blessed to have lived it.
And maybe… some things are meant to be felt, not described.
The Real Journey
This wasn’t a trip I planned for leisure—it was a break I desperately needed. For the longest time, I had been yearning to escape.
From my home.
From people.
From responsibilities.
From everything.
It felt like I had been carrying too much for too long—and I just wanted to run.
But the haunting didn’t stop with the change of place. The thoughts, the people, the pain… they followed me. And then, somewhere between those winding roads and quiet moments, I realized: I wasn’t running from them—I was running from myself.
That realization changed everything.
The Himalayas didn’t just offer peace; they mirrored my chaos. And in their vast silence, I began to hear myself again. That moment of deep emotional release, standing before the mountains, was more than just awe—it was cleansing. A beginning. A homecoming.
It felt like Mother Nature held me the way my mother once did—with quiet strength and unconditional love.
The stillness around me somehow reached the noise inside me. And then, emotion welled up in my eyes—quiet, unstoppable, and deep.
In that moment, I remembered something I hadn’t felt for long.
Whenever life overwhelmed me, I would quietly place my head in my mother’s lap.
No words were spoken. Just her hand gently stroking my hair.
Tears would flow… and in that silence, I always felt—
This is the safest, purest, and most peaceful place in the Universe — I felt my higher self. I felt grounded, I felt whole. I felt a deep sense of belonging, warmth, and divine love.
That day in the Himalayas… it felt just like that.
Like I was once again resting in her lap.
It wasn’t just the mountains. It was Mother Nature. It was my mother.
It was something beyond words—like the universe held me in the very same way she once did.
And for the first time in a long time…
I wasn’t alone.
