Life's real lessons are yet to learn. It takes time, reasonable time, for every single much awaiting instances. On this day I was climbing hard a hill that had innumerable lessons at its height. It'd been raining all the way up and we enjoyed the hike together. No one else but its coolest melodies. I consciously stepped on each roughly paved pebbles of nature. A therapeutic one with real lessons.
Let every journey be a healing herb for the bruises that our mind often does. Let the divine blankness that we acquire at every lonesome journey's peak heal us in its solitude. So travel alone.
Too quick, yes ! and deliberately I cut the journey half cause I needed some tantalising reasons to come back. Someday.. again, to heal my memories at its epic peaks. To see something divine that I hardly know.