Chapter 3

Sometimes I feel like a wanderer, someone who came to this world to roam and encounter different souls. I haven't found a place to call home yet. I arrived here as a guest, and perhaps I'll leave as such.

I continued the journey, my destination was Damak. Niraj, my dear friend, my 'Jigree', awaited my arrival. We both had danced with death many times, our youthful recklessness leading us down perilous paths. Despite Niraj's stubbornness, our experiences—both good and bad—deepened our bond, fostering an unspoken trust and understanding between us. I owe him a debt of gratitude. I arrived around 10 in the evening, greeted warmly by Niraj and his mother. The aroma of warm food beckoned us, and I wasted no time in indulging myself. Exhausted and famished from the dusty roads, I welcomed the comfort of their company. The sight of Nepal veiled in dust and unfulfilled promises saddened me, but within Niraj's home, I found a sanctuary filled with love. Though the walls showed signs of weariness, the foundation seemed steadfast, supporting the warmth and affection that permeated every corner. As we discussed the possibility of Niraj joining me for the remainder of my journey, a sense of excitement filled the air. With plans set for an early departure the following morning, I hit the bed, and before I knew it, I was gone to my magical world.

I'm way too high, I'm out of my mind,

I dream of demons every night.

I crawled down the bed and swallowed my breath,

Somewhere down in the corner is my safest place.

I lived there for a little while.

The sun comes up; it's time to shine,

I dressed up fine, like today's mine,

Praise the Lord, his love is sublime.

I used to wake up every morning, masking my inner turmoil with a fake smile, bracing myself for whatever life had in store. Yet, within me, a glimmer of hope flickered, refusing to be extinguished, guiding me on a quest to discover my true self. I traversed far and wide, seeking meaning in every encounter, and every place I have been. Perhaps one day, even this quest would reach its conclusion. After savoring my morning tea, we embarked on our journey towards our final destination—Darjeeling. Rested from a night of peaceful sleep and rejuvenated by life’s tender touch, I felt a surge of excitement course through me as we hit the road once more. Niraj took the reins while I sat behind, serenading the journey with the timeless melody of 'Yeh Dosti Hum Nahi Todengey'. It was a moment steeped in nostalgia, more poignant than words could convey. But soon, our plans took an unexpected turn.