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Some conversations can only happen when you're out of breath, on a slippery hill, alone.🍂

Galu Devi Temple, Café🤍

I went for a trek to strike some meaningful conversations with myself , to just be.
It was a slippery, muddy road uphill as the hills,were still wet from a night of rain. On the way up, I spotted them - Yes !! the bright, red, flame-like blooms of rhododendrons.

This unexpected sight of the whole hill breaking into red intensified something in me, and magnetically pulled me forward, motivating the climb.
I went straight on the trail toward Triund Trek. The blooms felt otherworldly. Almost heavenly. Like a child, I was scampering around, almost awestruck.
Because i was not carrying any fancy photography gear, just my phone. I looked for vantage points, veered toward smaller side treks, chasing the energy of these flowers.

All around me was the sight of mighty snow-clad mountains, the bells of mules somewhere on the slope, and scores of buttery butterflies, light as the spirit of the air itself.

Also, in this detour, I spotted a house with a board outside: "We are meditating. Do not disturb". I sat nearby , knew this was my place but took utmost care not to make a swish of sound .

In the stillness, I thought about the flowers & how that red, the red of rhododendrons, mirrors the red of a monk's robe, so common in the hills around Dharamshala. 🤩
A splash of red off the branches, visible from a distance, over the slopes.The conversations I had gone looking for ,finally. they arrived gently though, on the way. 🌺

Back at the café, I reflected over my ginger lemon tea, and enjoyed the view in peace.

And calmly welcomed as they came.😊