‘Yesterday, I went for a massive drive. It was a beautiful evening, and I just couldn’t go home and sit there and pretend to study.
So I went.
I was in that kind of mood where I couldn’t even listen to music. Even music couldn’t calm me. But the great outdoors, she did.
I wish my eyes could take photos. My mind took me to ‘I’.
We wound our way (our way? my way) through the windy B roads and all of a sudden the wilderness was upon me. The great, vast nothingness. Just me, my Toyota Corolla and the world.
It was perfect.
It was so perfect.
I kept going, down the straightest road I have ever seen. A quotation waiting to be made. We know not where the road goes. Just go and see where it leads.
As I drove I happened upon the Bunkhouse. It was beautiful. A sharp white contrast with habitation evident. Idyllic. Peaceful. I wanted to take a picture and send it to the rest of the group [Everest group – as this is where we’ll be having our reunion this year], but a part of me also wanted to keep going. So I did.
The road wound again, and out of the corner of my eye, navigating through the twists and turns, I catch the sight of antlers shifting away from the road.
As I pass I think to myself, ‘thank goodness he went that way and didn’t decide to bolt onto the road’.
I hadn’t even told anyone where I was going.
I realise now sitting here what it evoked in me – it reminded me of home.
At one twist on the right side was a gated house, sat a top of an elevated mound. The house not visible, but the suggestion of it intact. A flashback of Mussoorie and its curves and graces.
The calmness of the place, its simplicity, it sits with me. I breathe it in and hold onto it.
Please do not leave me, I need you.’