The orange, dusty and bumpy roads are swapped for asphalt and sand. The happy tunes about love that would constantly fill up the air along with the heavy scent of cedar incense and curry are still on my head, but the reality plays the songs of wind and waves. A few weeks later, here I am left with quite some time to reflect over the past two months.
Two months felt so long, but ended up being too short and I can recall every second as the precious gifts they were.
I believe that humans have a sometimes not very flattering nor beneficial habit of putting things, events and people into categories, and that it can make us miss the bigger picture. For a while now I have been doing exactly that, like some kind of evaluation of everything that goes on. What did I learn, who did I meet, what was good and what wasn’t and so forth, but it turns out to be impossible, or at least unnecessary.
It has all been such a humbling, loving, interesting and magic experience with all the ups an...