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Hills of Himachal are the other half of my heart, my other home. It has been like this since the year 2013, the first time the mountains there welcomed me in a Design college. It changed my life. I didn't know what living meant until then, so much I saw, felt, and experienced. It was a magical land. Learned the language of design, lived it and enjoyed. So much I gained, so much I lost. Met some of the crazy people around, enjoyed life to the fullest, I was showered with so much love! The memories of joy, love and pain are etched in my heart. I reminiscence memories of the past, life is different for everybody now, some are living their best, and some passed on to the next life.
With these overwhelming thoughts I entered the hills of Himachal again, after so many years. Passed Kangra with tears in my heart as the bus conductor said "Kangra wale aajao" and this time I didn't get down. I wasn't in NIFT anymore, but saw students get down. I remember how that felt, as if it happened just now. Mcleodganj felt different, everything felt strange. I guess it was the people that made you love the place a little more. So after battling these thoughts. I went out again, all by myself and saw the place in another light. Chose different paths, different eating places and lengthy conversations with the monks. Never ever I felt so much comfort with being around so many men in the same room all by myself. The conversations, the laughter, the shared food, the fresh air of the spring intoxicated my senses again. And with tears in my heart that flowed through my eyes, I fell in love with the hills a little more as I left them again...