Being lucky

This weekend was exactly the reason why i needed to get away from Pune.

It's the little moments.

The hike through the woods on Saturday and getting lost, and stumbling upon an empty lake shore, where i contemplated waving frantically at far away boats to come and get me so that i could go to the other side, but then decided, what the heck, i'm lost and i've started this and i should be able to find my way back; let's continue the hike. And then i came across some local farmers, and a woman who looked Guatemalan, in a gruff voice almost ordered me to sit down and asked me where i was from, and in broken hindi made fun of me when i asked her if she lived here. I think she replied, we live here and we eat this grass, you should try it too, and then she burst into laughter.

On Sunday, i passed through the small little villages and saw people going about their daily life. When you're walking on your own, you don't get lost into conversations or are drawn by the energy of others, you're there wholly and entirely, and your energy is focused on where you are and your environment. It's an incredible feeling, and, i've grown to enjoy it immensely. And then one can get lucky, and be awestruck by the beauty of nature. To be able to sit and soak in the sun and watch the clouds play for 1 hour with the highest mountains in the world.

I often wonder what i've done to be so lucky.