Hi friend,
I’m writing to you from my dining table which is a bit dim as it suddenly started raining a lot outside and the sunlight which was coming from the window suddenly faded away. Of course, I’m too lazy to put on more lights (if it wasn’t obvious).
I got back from a 6-day long family trip. First to the mountains, and then for my wedding-related stuff.
I want to write to you about what I felt during my walks. Some thoughts came in which haven’t before… and I think you should know.
I hope you enjoy this short read.
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My mum and I are huge on fitness.
We’ve both had weight-loss journeys as she dropped 35kgs and was an aerobics instructor for nearly a decade. You may think that having a fitness expert at home leads to a fit family, but no that doesn’t happen.
Because every time she looked at me to not eat a packet of chips, I did. Alone, when nobody could catch me.
And at 18, I worked to lose 25kgs because each summer holiday in school led to me getting a new skirt with a larger waist. When I joined college, I knew this had to end. I was tired of growing so wide.
So ge,tting back to the point now!
We went to walk 3-5km everyday on the slopes. First we’d go down, then we’d come up slowly.
On the last day, we even went through some narrow track to a temple because our server at the hotel told us that a man single-handedly constructed it for 40 years.
I’m not a fan of temples but this story was definitely unique.
The temple was only made of stones, as I’m assuming it is much cheaper. But man, it was a work of art. Intricate detailing, and the statue of Lord Shiva was made with cement and wires.
But there’s something else that actually ticked my mind.
I hadn’t experienced this kind of silence in a longest time.
I mean I love how hard it’s raining at the time of typing this and it’s thundering a bit. But every few minutes, there’s also honking and the noise of cars.
In the mountains, the only sound I heard was the wind, birds, and one day that it rained.
The weather was so beautiful. One day after the rains we had clouds move in to the hotel’s veranda. On our third day when we checked into another property, the balcony’s view was white. No mountains, just white because it was so misty.
People say that silence makes their mind jump. That being in the mountains would take them in deep thoughts.
But for me, I was just calm and present.
I didn’t have an ounce of worry or stress. I didn’t think too much. I was just enjoying the serenity. At that moment…. I was really, wholeheartedly, happy and at peace.
This makes me realise it doesn’t take much to be happy, you know?
It doesn’t need to be so difficult. We don’t have to do things to seek it. I’m not even a fan of the mountains because I get car sickness and I studied in the mountains, so I’d pick beaches any day.
But in the middle of nothing and hearing nothing, I realised that feeling good doesn’t require as much achievement or money I think it did. What I felt was ultimate, and that has nothing to do with any label or material.
Like the wise folks say, it is a state of mind.
That’s all for this week, folks.
See you next weekend.
Love,
N
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