Shimla

 I ditched my school farewell to go on a trip to Shimla with my mom and her friends. I don't regret it one bit. 

I have spoken before about how I'm not particularly attached to my school in The End of School Life. So missing my farewell was not that big of a deal for me. Shimla was spectacular and the trip of a lifetime.

Shimla is known for being beautiful. It is straight out of a fairytale. The mountains, the roads, the shops, all are very remarkable and unique. 

The mountainous streets were very tiring and new to us plain dwelling creatures. There is an absence of autos in the roads of Shimla and instead there are only buses which were no less than a roller coaster for me, with the meandering roads which also decrease and increase in elevation. During the night the mountains, with their lights look like a grand tapestry.

I bought a bubbles toy which made huge bubbles- bigger than I had ever seen before. The sellers blowed them on the street which made the already surreal town square even more ethereal. 

But this is not all. The Shimla trip was not for purely touristic purposes. 

There was a Sahajayoga Balshakti seminar in Shimla. The seminar, with all its varying various activites was highly enjoyable and memorable. The children who performed were extremely talented, whether it was dancing or singing, or playing instruments like the Dholak. 

The Sahajayogis there were extremely hospitable and welcoming. It felt like we had known each other for a long time. I made two very cute friends whom I played with for hours. I taught them how to play chocolate box. The food was delicious. I seriously cannot remember a single bad thing about the seminar.

Still the trip flows into my consciousness from time to time. I did not know before that people who one has only met once can be missed so much.