Little Miss Hurricane

This journey through Bhutan is as autobiographical as a journal often is. And a journal is as autobiographical as life itself.  And talking about truth, isn’t
#truthoftenstrangerthanfiction?
Often times (actually every time) whenever I’ve embarked on a long journey, I’ve never returned into the same home. May be this idea is more universal than I think. A journey either allows the home to grow around your absence like vegetation in the wild. Or the other (and more romantic) possibility is that a traveler never returns the same person. The latter resonates with a famous Assamese singer, Late Bhupen Hazarika’s ‘moi eti jajabor’ (‘I’m a traveler). In this song the singer says, "strangers became my friend and my own became strangers. So I’m a traveler". Profound isn’t it? That’s Bhupen Hazarika!

So as I pack, I also pray that Miss Hurricane would stop growing up when I am not around. Every time I return she is a bit less playful than before. Like I said we never return to the same home.

P.S. If you want to ask something, either to me or Dhriti about this journey, or something more specific like if we'd have a supporting vehicle or if we like football. Ask anything; both Dhriti and I'd be happy to answer, or write a post on it, if needed.
                                                    Shisir B.