an overdue love letter to my Soul House in the Himalayas.
i was only 19
a staunch little Richard Dawkins loving atheist
secretly leaving home with nothing but a backpack
alone i boarded a bus in a chaotic station in chandigarh
the wrong bus
somehow we still found each other
you were my last resort
my mind plagued with thoughts out of my control
“mild depression” my GP called it after
a 7 question
1 page
form
you opened your arms and welcomed me
showered me with more love than i even knew possible, without saying a word
tears welled up in my eyes, i fought back
how did i feel so much knowing so little about you
“you are an old soul who has come back home”
i didn’t believe a word, my mind attached to an identity id built as an “intellectual” of sorts
I saw Muslims from Iran, Hindus from across India and Christians from Russia all come to you