Seven Heaven, M.P

 

Feb 1^st, 2026

Hey Dear 7 PM.

Hello from the most spontaneous and unexpected places ever – Orchha, Madhya Pradesh! Who would have thought, that we would meet over here! Wait, let me put good instrumental music in the background. We sure can better up these vibes! Cool! Music for soul!

So yaa, I reached over here in Orcha just this morning! I left specially to meet you. You are my last date with time. I wanted it to be special. And I didn’t wish to repeat any of the old places. Hence this! Though Old Manali was super enticing with snow all around. But I had multiple reasons for not choosing it. One, I wasn’t there at the time of its need this year- when it flooded. Secondly, people there were never there at the time of my need. So I just lacked strength to go in extreme temperature this time just to be along with unhelpful people. But ya, the nature sure called me.

Another option I had was of Pushkar like always. But I had met with 8 AM last year there itself. And I just wanted us to be different. I don’t know. I really love Pushkar and its satsangs. Yet I have realised that it would never be less conservative or more progressive and I would though love being there, yet would never find my forever there. I just wished this year to be different.

Third option was Vrindavan. You have no idea for how many years had I been wishing to go to Vrindavan and have a holi there. This would have been a perfect time. I could have gone there, stayed there for a month, have had our dates together and then spend the next 4-5 days in holi festivity. But this time, I just wasn’t ready for as much of crowd or performance. Just the thought of as many people bothered me. Though I know that I would have been happy in satsangs and it would have been my kind of environment. Yet, something within was just not ready to again be amidst crowd, and rituals and stuff. Vaishnavites seem a bit too fanatics and full of rules to me. And though I am wishing to integrate with Vishnu’s energy, now that I am working on my 3 D, yet I wanted to step away from rituals and focus more upon living and being.

Then suddenly, chat GPT suggested me with this option of Orcha. I had never heard or known about this place. Though just towards end of December, when I had got a job as an MD in a start up, I had proper planned to work for the month of January from home and then move to Bhopal for few months and live in a home there. It was such a beautiful home. And it was such a rewarding job. But then I found the owner to be absolutely foolish and pretentious. So I left the job in two days. And that Bhopal house never got vacated.

Anyway, when I realised that Orcha was in Madhya pradesh and close to both jhansi and Khajuraho; I got super happy. I have always found MP to be beautiful. I have been to both Bhopal and Khajuraho earlier during my pan india solo trip and then too I had really loved both the places.

So, I got excited for Orcha. Internet had very less but actually great reviews of the city. I realised there were numerous ancient forts and palaces over here and a few good cafes to sit in and no crowd and absolutely no wanna be influencers and such.

Last year was the first time after many years that I spent most of it at home. I did travel but unlike my usual 11 months outside, one month home; it was rather 5 months outside and 7 months home.

This time, I have stepped out after exactly 5 months. I don’t even know who I am any more.

Thanks to you, I could leave my hibernation mode.

I don’t know why and what was stopping me at home. For most of the months my family was also not there. Maybe that’s why it was easier. I just wanted to be on my own. And home had such comforts. And biggest pull was my cat 'Epona' with whom I had got immensely attached. Even now, I have cried at least twice ever since I have left, thinking of her. She is pregnant. And my other cat – Simba keeps on teasing and fighting with her. I know, she is able and efficient enough to protect herself. Yet, I don’t know, I feel as if I have abandoned her. Though, she goes out, hangs out as she pleases; yet in all past few months; I always felt responsible for her. To fulfill whatever she needed, specially more so now that she is pregnant. You don’t know how difficult it was for me to finally leave.

I was feeling as if I was leaving a huge part of soul right there – vulnerable to life.

Yet, honestly, I have made myself vulnerable again. And that for sure took lot of strength.

I actually cried while leaving my home for the first time. It had become my safe space. I kissed my room’s door. And my heart felt super heavy. Yet, I knew that it was time. I had to go on. Travel was essential to bring in the momentum, and so here I am.

Ok, now that the background is done, let’s first live this moment for a bit. Let me share the tea I have made in a kettle given by this hotel. My room is trully a dig.

Yup, changed the lights as well. Much better. I love it - whenever I have multiple options in terms of lights. I am craving to smoke as well. But I don’t want to fill this room with the smell. There is no net window here. Only glass one. Either it is all open or all closed as it’s an AC room. So ya, maybe later. For now, vibe matters!

Ok, let me first tell you about the day. The bus journey was super comfy. I actually hugged my ukulele and played it in the bus. As it was a sleeper seat, and I had both the seats to my self. For past entire year, I was focussing more on guitar. It felt awesome to travel with my uke again. And because I was missing my cat, the uke seemed exactly her size, and I got overwhelmed with love for my uke instead. I kept playing it for a long time. Later, I remembered that I had downloaded four movies on Netflix to watch during my journey. I slept within few minutes of it – so tired was I.

Reached Jhansi early morning at around 7-7:30. changed two autos. The second one had to be shared till Orchha as it was a 20 kms journey. That was honestly the only difficult part for me. I had been living so on my own, so untouched or unseen by any human at all, in so clean an environment – that being in a crowded shared auto with shouting ladies or even the driver and being so close in touch with them all was truly way more than I had expected. I took a breath as I reached, but my first impression of Orchha was really chaotic. Wherever that I saw there was crowd. So much for choosing a quite serene offbeat place.

Though, I could see ancient monuments and temples and such; but the first feel was as if I had entered an abandoned city in terms of architecture and a slum in terms of crowd and people. The roads were choking with people and people and people. After samosas and chai and surfing through few shabby rooms; and also listening to few good stories that the chai-vendor was so nice to share with me along with chai; I kept walking on. Chat GPT had suggested a few options in terms of stay before I had left. What I had remembered the most was to find a place nearby the betwa river that flows here – to have some offbeat, close to nature – place to live and an option to visit the temples and main area if I so wish. I honestly had way different image in my mind when I had decided to come here.

Yet it was all together different in reality. People told me that there was no guest house close to the river. Yet, I had to check on my own with my own eyes to finally decide what to do. I kept walking on for few kms – with my full rugsack on my back, my laptop hanging towards front and my uke hanging above all behind my rugsack and a tiny jute bag on my right. People were looking at me the entire bridge. And I was looking at them. I was wondering, why they were all dressing up on the entire bridge – as the smell of oil, soap, powder and lipsticks entered my nose the entire way. There were nuemrous tempos standing in a que upon the entirety of bridge and hundreds of people in tiny circles on either sides of the road – dressing up, chanting Ram or krishna or Mahadev’s name.

The chai vendor though had given me the reason for the crowd. He had told me that the nakshatra today was super auspicious and had historical and regional significance to why the crowd was here and bathing in the river to later visit the Raja Ram temple here.

Well, I though was happy to reach a pilgrimage unknowingly on the day when the entirety of mob from places around come specially for it; yet my sole focus was upon finding a place to stay. Also, on the way, the crowd, the dust, the filth – it was all affecting me way too much. I was loaded with my luggage. Thankfully, it wasn’t as heavy. Yet, bags on either siddes -kind of jam your moment and still seem heavy when you walk on for few kms or are unsure of not just your stay but your very reason to be there.

I was almost contemplating to catch a bus till mathura that I saw on the way. Yet, I was like, If I am here, then there must be a reason.

After reaching another edge of the bridge, walking on, that I checked with a military guy who seemed sensible and educated tome. He told me that i was walking in the wrong direction and I had to go back to the beginning of the bridge again and find a road on the other side to find any options to stay. Aah! Again?

Well, I did walk back through the entire bridge and mob. Only this time, I focused upon the river. The morning fog, the mist, the flow of a turquoise river, the magestic palace walls and forts surrounding it – it was simply a scene from imagination. It was surreal.

I then simply jumped from the main bridge to the side road of the same bridge mid way. I was like, let me live this moment. And there I made my first video both of the river and of I reaching over here. The entire energy suddenly changed. A few passing girls from the same crowd smiled at me when they noticed me clicking. They asked, ‘kheench li photo? Kaisi aayi?’ I smiled back and said, ‘ek dam badiya.’

That’s it. The ice got broken – between Orcha and me.

I still had to walk for around 700 mtrs. more, but I finally noticed a good resort. I knew it would be super expensive, but I just walked in. I knew they would at least guide me to a decent option. Or maybe, they could have a spare room or some arrangement for single occupancy.

The girl there was super nice. When she realised that I had a certain budget and that I was planning to stay on for more than one or two days, she immediately called a person she knew. And that’s how I reached this hotel where I am staying at now.

It is a bit offbeat. Truly, gratefully and thankfully. I am far off from noise and crown. This is not close to the river. Instead, it is in the middle of a mustard field. But I love it. The room is quite comfortable. All facilities are there – including wifi. It’s clean. People are great. No disturbance or weird vibe. Just clean, home like environment.

I first cried, thinking of my cat, when I reached here. Then I regretted the fact of even coming here. Then I decided to make the most of it somehow. And because, I had found the surrounding dusty and what not, I decided to instead go out for the day, explore and later come back and have a bath. For I knew, that if I would go after ab ath then, then I would judge it all the more. I was like, let’s get dirty then. Ha ha!

Oh, and I found an adorable dog called Blacky the moment I reached this property. He totally reminded me of Epona. And he too was as much loving towards me as I was towards him. He even kissed me. That was beautiful.

The manager guy here is such an amazing guy. Very genuine and a good human being. Bhola aur shareef. He offered to drop me to the market whenever I felt the need. I decided to take it.

So, he dropped me till the river again. And that’s how my second adventure of the day began.

This time without lugguage.

I could have had a bath in the river like others and visited the temple. But like I said, I am moving away from rituals. I was simply happy to be by the river. It was surreal. I washed my face and hands and even dipped my feet. I even took a tiny sip of the water.

I spent some time by the river admiring the surrounding, and the ancient trees. I was happy that there was an entire forest right in my background. I kept it for some other day. Today, I just wanted to walk freely. Maybe be by the river and later buy few essentials from the market.

I did spend time with the river alright. Though the crowd was still bothering my senses somehow. Not like they were close any more. And I did find peace and could relax for a bit on the shore. Yet, I was thinking how beautiful a river it was and how filthy the people had made it’s shores. I wondered if more educated people reached here. I thought to myself, that maybe the reason for so much of garbage around is the fact that the only visitors in this place are villagers from around. If more educated people would come, then even the place would have better fascilities and such. But then, I also though about the vices that also reach when people from city reach to villages. Look at manali. Aah! Manali was so innocent once. Now, its cunning like Delhi or Bangalore or Mumbai. I don’t like the people there anymore. Though I still miss them – the way they used to be before – pure, innocent, full of warmth and love.

Anyway, I decided to not focus upon the bad part and rather live the day for what it was.

As I walked on, I intentionally avoided the main Ram temple as I was already told that the entirety of this crowd was totally dedicated to visiting the same temple. It was therefore a no go for me. My feet then took me to another majestic fort.

I entered in adn was given a ticket to not just one but 5 palaces or forts.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to cover them all in a single day. So instead, I decided to live whatever I could – but deeply and with all my senses.

First I visited Jahangir Fort. An architectural marvel – trully. It was simply super beautiful. The jharonkhas, the wall murals, such intricate desings, the temprature variations because of numerous windows and such. Aah! I spent more than two three hours just in Jahangir fort – slowly noticing everything – the walls, the porticos, the floors – covering myself and the art... making videos, singing songs.

I was happy. I twas beautiful to be there. I have always loved visiting ancient places. They help me time travel. And I was trully in 16^th century.

And then I visited Raja Mahal. It had paintings from 15^th century upon it. Rather that’s when it had got built. I couldn’t believe that I was spectating something so ancient. The paintings were dedicated both to Ram and Krishna... they had Vishnu’s avatars. I was awed by the art.

But by the end of the second fort – I was totally exhausted. I couldn’t even cover Raja Mahal entirely. I did cover the main building but not the supporting ones.

The sun was out and I was super parched. Not because of lack of water, but because of both dust and heat. I have dust allergy. And I could never handle heat. I am a mountain soul. Heat bothers me way too much. Direct Sun is a no go for me. Yet, I had had an entire day out in the Sun. I thought, it was enough done in a single day. Not only had I reached from Delhi to Orcha but had also visited three prime places in it. Had also walked so much in the morning with my entire luggage. And then walked on the entire late morning and afternoon – exploring the palaces. My feet were hurting me, my skin was burning. I was officially tired and exhausted.

On the way out, I noticed a few female labourers happily sifting sand in some construction process. I could relate to them in terms of my skin and the feeling I was having. Equal sun, dust and exhaustion that I felt in my body. I suddenly had such massive amount of empathy for them.

Next, I decided to visit a cafe to cool off my body. I was desperate for sugarcane juice but I couldn’t find it anywhere. So I went to the cafe I had tried to visit even earlier but it was closed back then. I finally found a cool place. It even had other foreigners who were quite pleased by the services. I went for a lassi which was super salted to my surprise. Zeher. Ha ha . Well, I had to add water. But yeah, people and vibes were nice. To find a cafe in such village like area itself was a relief.

That made me think about how when you do something different in an otherwise different vibe, then you actually become unique in that place. Like the owner could have considered the local crowd and had decided to make it a regular restaurant instead of a cafe to have steady income and business. But he instead focused upon foreigners and made it the most unique place in the area. Nice know. I thought of all the villages on mountains where I would love to open a cafe even if that’s not a trend there. I think Uttarakhand’s villages for sure can be tapped by someone interested. Because in Himachal – most of the villages now have cafes. Not so many in Chamba though.

Then I visited another restaurant. Went for a burger, because I wasn’t still much hungry but decided it best to eat something. Another tea and it was time to call the manager to come pick me. This time the owner himself came. We finally met each other and I felt even more accepted and welcomed.

Truly I feel home here. I don’t know how it happens. Why do I feel more at home when I travel? How come destiny and cosmos bless me with the perfect place for me to stay at. How I get blessed with such epic people as well! I can only be grateful.

Last to last night, when I had planned to come here, I had such nightmares about the place. I even saw the name as Bundelkhand. Maybe, I was scared to step out after so long. Thanks to chat GPT, I overcame that fear and came anyway. It’s after months that I walked so much. I realized that I am in a holy city yet again.

I don’t know how it happens. Even when I try to have a normal trip, it still becomes a pilgrimage somehow.

Either all cities in India are holy places. Or else, my destiny is to visit each and every such holy place. I don’t know.

Imagine I didn’t choose Vrindavan this time to move away from Rituals, and the religion then came to me. I reached to my chosen places where thousands of people engage in a certain ritual.

Oh, I even heard a cop reporting that there were around 50,000 devotees or visitors in Orchha today. Imagine that! But a guy in the cafe later on told me that the crowd was just for today. That on all other days, Orchha remains quite serene and peaceful. Well, Here’s to hoping.

I mean, I can always move to Khajuraho or explore Jhansi or go to some other place or go back home. Or who knows! Whatever. But now that I am here, I would love to explore what it has in store for me.

Today I realized that mornings and evenings are the only two times I should be out at.

Mornings can be spent in palaces and such. Evenings by the river. Afternoon should be in room or enclosed spaces in forts.

Hey, we are way after our own time. It’s almost 8:30 now.

We will talk more tomorrow my love!

Welcome to my world!

I just want to do so much justice to this time. It is kind of my last bit in the entire collection of my dates with time. This is the 12^th year in continuity that I am contributing to it as ritualistically. How ironical. I wish to run away from rituals. Yet I have my very own built rituals.

Well, it is what it is. I feel this one from my soul, so I am going for it still.

I truly could never decipher why I do this practice. Yet, 12 years ago, in Bangalore, that I decided to write on for the entire month at the same time – to discover my connection with that time. Ever since, I kept switching months and times each year. Now 11 months and 11 numbers are covered. February month and 7 number were the only missing blocks.

And so I time travelled to finish what I had begun.

Welcome to my world love! Hope we make the valentine month magical.

Hope it brings us integration.

Hope we live the moments to the fullest.

See you tomorrow yo!

It is my first night in Orchha after all!

Mmmuah!

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 2 Feb, 2026

Yo 7 PM

I have just now had a bath. Still half wet. Though almost clothed. Just give me a minute to cover myself adequately. And the electricity also came back. Let me set up the lights accordingly. Just a minute and then we will sit in leisure. I am feeling so fresh and ready for our second date. May you be fresh, clean, bathed and as energized as well. If not, then remember that water is the biggest therapy and my utmost love. It helps feel so so amazing. Specially a hot shower. Any day, any time, any where. Aah! I just love it. Ok. First things first. Be back in a minute.

Alright! I am back. With lights set and fully covered. It’s not even as cold. I am just used to full clothes. Even outside, it gets quite hot here during afternoons, but one, I don’t like Sun, and secondly the dust. Plus, my arms are full of tattoos so I keep them covered to save myself from attention, tanning or simply dust. O.K. Let’s play some music alongside to have our space more aligned.

Yo! All is epic now. Perfect lights and perfect vibes.

I even have a speaker here but it just keeps stopping. It was new and I had only used it in one of my trips. I don’t what happened to it at home. Could be that my brother spoiled it. Who knows! It is just not working. So ya. Cheers to me to get a gadget without checking it first. We got to do with what we have. I prefer to listen either on earphones or a decent speaker for better sound quality.

I can’t handle phone’s sound on speaker at all. Regardless how high end a phone is. Laptop still creates decent sound. It is tolerable for my ears. Doesn’t get on my nerves. Still sound quality matters. Aah, we are digressing. But, it is after all about stream of consciousness. And our dates are as much about right now as they are about my days these days. They are as much about you dear 7, as they are about the month of February. And also, now about Madhya Pradesh – the heart of India.

So today, I though had woken up by 7 AM but I just didn’t have as much strength or desire to go for a touristy marathon again. I was still exhausted from yesterday. So, I let it be a slow morning. Gently reflecting back upon the two dreams I had remembered. Oh, do you know I rode a gigantic red bike in one of my dreams this morning. Even got into a stunt – you know the way they show in movies – sliding below a massive tempo and such. I was amazed in my own dream with my ability. Ha ha. Though later, I even crashed the bike. Ha ha! But ya, that dream ensured me not attempting to take a bike over here and ride it. Just didn’t want to risk it.

Yeah, so I finally left the bed by 9 or so. You know what finally inspired me? A cutie pie bird that came upon my window. Aah! I love such rooms where birds come to visit. She kept on tapping upon all the windows – fluttering everywhere. Today, I would surely remember to keep a few bits of chapatee for her to nibble on tomorrow. It was magical, almost angelic.

I have a large green and yellow mustard field – visible from my window – so numerous dogs, birds, sheep, cows and such visit the patch of land right outside. It’s quite nice. If only it was cleaner. But yeah, still it’s nice. I love birds and here, there is quite a variety of them that visit.

A few months back, I had gone for a trip to Uttarakhand – towards Almora. I had covered numerous places in two months. Spending say 10-12 days at each of the places. I covered – Ranikhet, Almora, Kasar Devi, Munsiyari, Chaukori, Kasar Devi again, Nainitaal and one more place in the beginning that I am forgetting now.

It was Munsiyari that was truly the most magical. Where clouds used to surround me at all times. I had gone during monsoon months. July August. And the room in Munsiyari had one such gigantic window. When clouds used to make the entire world almost ethereal, only birds used to be visible. Birds of all kinds and types. And they used to come visit me, I even developed a habit of keeping some rice, biscuits, rotis or whatever I used to eat. And they loved it all.

There was a couple of sparrows. They were seriously the naughtiest. You know, they used to come and take all the food rapidly as if they were storing for winters or something. And then, they used to eat it all together on another vacant room’s window sill. Having their personal picnic. On mornings when I used to wake up late, they used to tap upon the window panes – wondering if I am dead or something. Why didn’t I get up and why didn’t I keep food for them. One of them used to actually come check me up – often peeping inside with sudden jerks of her necks at 90 degrees. It was all super magical. I had never been that close to birds before. It was another level of connection. I had always loved birds. Specially eagles. But over there, I could connect to the entire specie for that matter. That surely was something.

So ya, this morning totally took me all the way to Munsiyari. Also because it had rained last entire night. And today was a cloudy morning. The visit of that one bird not only gave me joy and energy to finally wake up but also to begin my day with a touch of ethereal love.

I even had breakfast right here in the hotel – poha and jalebi – full desi. I had told the guy that I won’t be able to finish all that jalebi. But honestly, when I had it – it was so tasty that I could have really finished it all. But weirdly, I for the first time in my mind thought about what would they think. So I didn’t take a second serve. But it sure was yum. I didn’t want to come across as a habshi. Haha. But I am. No doubt about that. I am about to get down as well – that can also be a reason for that sudden urge to have as much sweet. But anyway I have a sweet tooth and I absolutely love all sweet delicacies.

So ya, it was by 11:30 by when I finally left. Walked on a wrong road. Only to return back. Today, the owner’s son dropped me to my destination. He is such a cute kid. Just in eighth class but super talented. He rides amazingly well. Is really a sweet kid. On the way, he told me about shares and such. It was amazing to know how at that young an age, he already knows not just to ride a bike that well but is also already investing his money in share market. His father taught him riding and his chachu is teaching him to invest in share market. That’s where male elders have such big impact in a child’s life. I got inspired and happy for him.

My first visit today was to Lakhsmi Temple. It was truly a masterpiece in terms of wall arts. Right upon entry, the first premises offers gigantic paintings of Krishna with Radha and gopis... other paintings involve various women combing their hair or a fat woman smoking a tobacco pipe with a dog below. What dazzles me in all these paintings around is the fact that even in 15^th and 16^th century that people used to have dogs, cats, cows and other animals as their pets. Even at that time that they used to smoke tobacco in desi hookahs and such. Isn’t it incredible.

The second premises was a round room – the ceiling of which had massive paintings of Vishnu's various forms. One had Krishna and Radha with all gopis around. Another had Vishnu and Lakshmi in the middle with other gods and sages bowing down to him. The upper slanting ceilings had massive paintings of Vishnu’s forms. The lower tiles below that seemed like a border included various gopes and gopis dancing upon those border like tiles.

Then I visited the main Lakshmi temple. The inner sanctum. Took her blessings first. It felt nice. Post which, I was free to roam around and explore the temple further.

Over all there were four long corridors surrounding the inner sanctum. Each of the corridors had unique paintings. The first room had battle scenes. One corner had the map of entire fort or palace with soldiers standing in a battle like position. The entire slanting walls from ceiling were filled with paintings of uniformed soldiers upon horses , with elephants and such. On all four corners were statues of peacocks.

The second corridor had massive paintings of asuras being killed, krishna’s life with gopis and such, vishnu and lakshmi etc. The walls of this one had massive paintings of various ages or people performing various activities. They were all done with red sand. Govt. Officials were applying something upon the ceiling to conserve those paintings from further wear and tear.

The third one was the prettiest. It had such intricate designs that from a distance seemed like patterns but on closer look turned into dancing nymphs and various figures. This one too had various scenes from Krishna’s life. In one of the paintings Krishna was holding a mountain upon his pinky finger and the entirety of villagers were surrounding him and standing below the mountain. In another, there was a get together of village folks – all done with black. It was really beautiful. There were massive paintings as well upon the walls of this corridor including sages giving wisdom to others or with their iktara like instruments or wrestlers in akhada and such. I spent a lot of time in this one.

The fourth corridor had paintings but many of them had worn off. In all four corridors – all four corners had peacock statues on all four corners.

The upper floor offered a central dome like temple and a large corridor’s rooftop with various jharonkhas opening into lush green gardens on one side. There were numerous peacocks flying around and even occasional squirrels hopping upon walls.

I clicked myself leisurely at all those places. Felt like a princess myself. As if I had time travelled to medieval times and it was my palace or something. Though it was a temple. Weirdly, though the temple was rectangular yet at any given time it seemed like a triangle – is what a chai vendor brought to my attention later on. But We will get into the story later on.

So ya, after Lakhsmi temple, I had a cup of tea with a smoke sitting right outside in a corner unseen by the world. Simply being one with the vibe of Orchha. I truly love such moments. One big reason why I am still unable to quit smoking – this feeling I get when I take a low seat by a road or by a tea stall and simply be one with the vibes of a place.

Post which, as I had resumed my walk towards my next destination that my eyes fell upon a parlor. And I spontaneously walked in to get my eye brows done. To be honest, I visit a parlor extremely rare. Either towards my birthdays or only on special occasion. At times, years go by and I just don’t visit a parlor anymore. Most of the self maintenance that I can do on my own. I even give highlights to myself or cut my hair when I feel like it. I love to do everything myself and love the fact that I am capable enough. Yet once in a while, it just feels great to get it done. Specially eyebrows.

I felt beautiful post that and also the parlor conversations add that special touch to the female energy I guess.

On the way I noticed a tiny puppy leisurely sleeping upon the road. Aah! I felt like taking him home. Just because I am not there with Epona – all the dogs here in Orchha are taking my heart. And dogs here are really really gentle. They don’t fight. They sleep anywhere. And there are toooo many puppies around. So adorable. My heart keeps throbbing every now and then – each time I come across any puppy. And all these dogs are coming towards me offering their love and asking for pamper. I don’t know what Epona did, but she healed something broken in me for sure. For past few years, ever since I had to get separated from my dog Pompom, I was simply energetically not open to love dogs again. Epona healed that in me for sure. I can pamper dogs again and they too are trusting me again. She totally healed a switch or a network in me for sure. Oh, now I miss Epona.

I wish she is safe and taken care of. May God, gives anybody the desire to cater to her needs. I SO WISH THAT.

On the way, a sweet shop again stopped my feet. I went for a samosa yet again. Aah! I love samosas. Specially in these cities. I was even considering going for a gulab-jamun but the open dustbin so close to the shop caught my attention and all my wish for it got dissuaded.

I then walked on towards Chaturbhuj temple – my next destination. But then, I came across an open flee market. Kind of like ancient times. There were tiny souvenirs being sold at really cheap prices. I love chunks. Bought two rings from there. They are really pretty. Felt even prettier.

And then I spectated a majestic palace. Yeah! It was Chaturbhuj. And it was the same temple towards which my feet were taking me the first thing yesterday after river, but I had mistaken it for Ram temple. It was massive. Five floors over all. Super ancient and super tall.

Right before escalating upon the stairs that I noticed a street vendor selling a fruits that I had never tasted in my life. It was called ‘kand mool fal’ – the one that Ram used to love and sustained himself with in the forest for 14 years. I had to taste it.

Got three thin slices for 20 rs. It looked like kathal but tasted sweet like pineapple. I loved it.

Finally I entered in. First I walked to the inner sanctum. Where Krishna’s statue was kept. Took his blessings. The inner sactum not only had gold statues of Krishna but the entire room was lit with gold light and the clothes used in decor were also yellow. It was quite a glowing and attracting sanctum.

Then I proceeded to explore the building. I was told by the guard that it was more like a maze – the entire building and it was therefore advisable to take a guide along to cover all five floors. I told them that God would guide me. Ha ha.

Well, I did find my way. Guess I went on till third floor. But the moment I stepped upon the fourth floor I don’t know why I felt anxious. I did cover a certain length as well but then I retraced my steps. I tried it twice but both the times I felt anxious on the second floor. So, I listened to my body and energetic shifts and decided to simply not go on the upper two floors.

One reason can be that I am claustrophobic and many of those stair cases were rather dark and closed and almost cave like. There were ways that ended into dark closed rooms. It wasn’t less of a maze to me and more of really suffocating corridoors and rooms. And there wasn’t much art work or anything upon walls or such. I know it is super ancient, maybe even older than all those palaces and forts around as well. That is in fact the main temple of this city. But I felt claustrophobic and didn’t feel like going on. The stairs were also quite gigantic. Each step was like someone doing legs.

I am sure if I would go to the same temple each day, my legs would toned within few days. Just joking.

Well, I just felt enough and therefore came down quite sooner than expected. The guard again offered a paid guide but something within just told me that it was enough. I though had sung bhajan all around through all those stair cases and corridors.

As I came outside that a random baba came and anointed my forehead with a Ram’s yellow teeka. It felt surreal. It suddenly brought joy to me. I specially got myself clicked by a stranger just to get the teeka not inverted in a selfie.

On the main road I found an ice cream shop and went for a strawberry flavour. I had to find out a place to eat it. I found myself outside Raja mahal again – overlooking the gigantic walls of jahangir mahal from yesterday. There was also another lake here. Aesthetically the place was empty and visually so appealing. But the smell. Aah the smell. I tries three or four places in the entirely empty market place. Everywhere it smelled like shit. I somehow finished my ice cream and began my walk back upon the familiar path I knew. Today, it wasn’t as crowded at all. It seemed breathable – the road and people and traffic.

I was on a shopping spree somehow. Went for a shop where I had seen a hanging cotton shirt last evening. I just thought it would be better to have light layer with me – to cover me over tee-shirts. I can always remove it and tie it round my waist if not needed. But it would for sure protect me from sun and dust.

Over there I found and even better and cleaner one. Yesterday I had liked a light blue shirt. Today, I went for a shade of green. It’s not turquoise. Its not even green. I don’t know the name of that exact shade. Like a fusion of brown and military green. Or matty military green but duller one. Can be shade of leaves. Aah! Now I am curious to know the name of that shade. Maybe I would figure it out. But it’s a shade of grass green and it would totally match everything that I have with me to wear in this trip.

The same shop was originally a tea shop. And I got into a conversation with aunty and uncle while shopping and later having a cup of tea. On asking, uncle told me numerous stories about the place. Ahh! I had to tell you so many stories about the place that I have heard so far. Yet, each day the time falls short. How is it dear 7 that with you, I just don’t run out of things to tell. There is just so much. Maybe, I am getting a bit too much into details. But I have hardly spoken with anyone in past few months. And I have written also so less. All I have written in past few months is a series of blogs on topics like consciousness, other dimensions and such. They all are pretty interesting. I post them on Medium. My new blog platform. Dedicated to intellectual, spiritual, interdimensional, evolutionary topics of my interest. But yeah, I just haven’t had the free reign to express for so long. You have give me that space. I am really grateful to you for that.

So ya, uncle told me stories that I already knew – about King and queen who had brought Lord Ram here and had made him the king. About Another sage like guy whose story also I was told yesterday, but uncle told me that he was so renowned that whatever he used to say, used to come true. He then told me about Lakshmi temple, that this place was once so so rich that women used to lose many grams of gold every time they used to take a bath – the way gold gets a bit washed off each time we heat it or such. Basically there was excess gold and abundance in the province. And people got so sick of riches that they chased Lakshmi out of the main area all the way to the corner of the city where now sits in her temple. Well, its mythology and each has his or her own version. I just felt happy to listen to stories from them. And they also mentioned the main river ghaat called Kanchan ghaat where boating rafting and stuff happens. I still ahd to check it out.

I even bought a few munchies on the way and decided to walk towards the river. Now that there was hardly any crowd, I actually found a way going by the river bank. I walked on and suddenly actually rached Kanchan ghaat. It was beautiful. There were multiple ancient ruins around. A cold Sun before sunset was red in its glow. There was one mickey mouse jumping swing on the uppermost area. A few horses and camels were there to take a ride on. And then there was a tranquil ghaat with a serene betwa river flowing leisurely. On the other side was a lush green forest. It was surreal.

I suddenly heard two sages singing bhajans on a not so loud mike along with a mild table and harmonium. Aah, it was sheer bliss. They were even singing Pushkar bhajans. My heart got overjoyed. I silently went and took a seat behind – setting my camera on the tripod as I began to sway along. After 3-4 minutes even other people came to take their videos. I then walked on. The bhajans were anyway audible on the ntire ghaat.

The buildings by the ghaat were those super ancient but they were in ruins – dirty inside. But outside walls were aesthetically pleasing. I took a seat upon one of the corner walls below a tree. Looked at the flowing river in evening colors, listening to the bhajans in the air, smoking for a bit and simply feeling overjoyed at magically reaching at that serene a place. I realised that Orcha was truly opening itself to me with all its love. It felt magical.

And then a black female dog came and took a seat beside me. She was wagging her tail, peeping deep into my eyes. She was hungry. I could make that out. I though had a bag full of munchies but there were no biscuits for her. So then I walked to a nearby shop, bought two packets and fed her and another dog with my hands – middle of the ghaat. Aah! I got reminded of Pompom. It was so full of love – that moment. Still with bhajans in air. Still beside the river.

I had even bought a vannila shake for me. I wanted to have it in peace. But then suddenly the dogs got possessive and came super close to me. They not only walked with me to my spot but almost hopped on me. Ha ha. Dogs and their love. No boundaries I tell you.

So then, I walked back and took a seat somewhere on the way till the river. Had my shake with yet another smoke and felt great about my day. Called the manager to come pick me up from our meet up point.

The owner’s son had to come again and I had to wait for a bit. And then I met with yet another group of dogs. They were the ones I had noticed first when I had come to Orcha yesterday. How they were all leisuring middle of a crossway including tiny puppies qand how adorable and full of love they had seemed. Today, they came of their own to me and I could finally meet with even them.

The owner’s son did keep his words and came to pick me up. He took the longer route and I was fine with it. I love bike rides. On the way we talked about so many things. He even showed me his home. It was the perfect closure my day out.

And here I am, after a bath, talking with you for one and half hours. Maybe that’s our time then. For one and half hours. You for sure are greedy. So am I. These are our last dates after all.

Loads of love.

Bye Bye!

See you tomorrow yo!

Mmmuah!

......

 Feb 3^rd, 2026

Hey my darling 7, hello! With drenched fragrant just washed hair still dangling in front of my face, air filled with fragrance of lavender, tea tree oil, rosemary and vapors! Aah! Time totally runs over here in Orchha. Day turns into night and I don’t even realize how it goes on! O.K. Just give me a moment to settle down and get comfy.

O.K. then! Music check, lights check, mild layering on me check. Here I am freshly bathed and prepared for our third date! Can you believe that, it has only been three days here in Orchha and it feels so much already. I don’t know, I am somehow detached and gradually getting one with the humdrum of the city. Rather, I should call it a village. Well, the entire place is village like but the facilities in my hotel are totally city level.

By now, the crowd too has receded. It feels quite nice to stroll at a place where absolutely nobody knows me. I can simply be myself. I love being incognito. That’s the best part of travel for me – no pressure of being judged. Just give me a second.

These red bus people are bugging me.

7 O 7. Cool yo!

So ya, phone on silent as well. Weird how the only calls I get now are these scam calls. Once people used to on waiting just to talk to me. Well, all about phases of life!

So ya, here I am. Being one with Orcha. Believing in destiny. Though hardly knowing and often questioning the choice. Yet, trusting that there must be a reason for me to be here. Also, Divine has totally blessed me with everything epic. Each day turns out to be different and beautiful and keeps on surprising me. I guess, I faces the biggest challenge right on the first day. Kind of met with my fear of excessive crowd and filth and now everything is only getting better!

Though, claustrophobia still impacts me. Many of these ancient buildings are quite closed built. I feel anxious when I enter them. Aah! I never had this weird phobia before DMT. Imagine I had even visited limestone caves in Diglipur, Andamaans once. But now, even in the middle of city, the moment I climb upon these steep narrow steps that seem so closed off, or even enter these gigantic but dark dingy ancient ruins; I don’t know why but I feel anxious and suffocated. Not in all buildings. But in many. Well, maybe visiting them all would somehow heal me. Rather, past few months when I had been staying in hermit mode back at home, often limiting myself to my room – I used to feel maybe that would heal my claustrophobia. But I never felt suffocated there. Not even in my tiny Pushkar room. But they all have windows. These stair cases are massive and narrow. Each step is around three regular steps of ours. And they have curtained ceilings on either sides with hardly any space for air or light to enter in. I don’t how those people in ancient times used to climb up or down. Why they built such poor staircases. Well, what’s done is done. Thankfully, all modern day stair cases are quite wide, with ample space for light and air and built of decent height.

O.K. then. About today. Well, it was an extremely slow morning. Last night someone was playing loud music in the neighborhood. I therefore slept quite late. And as a result even woke up late. As I looked outside, it seemed as if it had just stopped raining. It was by 12 I guess when I finally dressed up to go for my breakfast. I still wasn’t feeling like going out. Even a tarot reading suggested to listen to my body and relax when I feel like. Also, Hurried tourism has never been my way. I take it slow. Merge with the vibes of a place. And last two days have already been quite intense in terms of exploration. Imagine being just at home in hermit mode for months and then suddenly reaching a new place and getting into exploration, photography, video making, getting to know about the place, creating a new routine – it all seemed too much. Plus, I am about to get down. These days I always feel super lazy. And I ensure to give my body the required rest and peace.

So anyway. I had my breakfast which was really yum. An aunty who comes over here to work made parathas with curd for me. Then I took my cup of tea and took it upstairs. All though, my room is the only room along with their kitchen and dining room and a giant terrace upon this floor, but I wanted even more privacy and height; hence I went upon the rooftop of even this floor. And I for sure found a cool spot – overlooking the mustard fields spread around, gazing at the 600 year old Kalp-vriksha – which is a milestone and feeling the vibes of all major surrounding ancient architecture like Lakshmi temple, another abandoned palace, the chattri tomb forts built for various kings and royalties. It began to drizzle. And I had my tea with smoke in that romantic and beautiful a weather. It felt truly epic. As if I was in a Garden of Eden. Middle of nowhere. Where past had left its epic art. And present was in my hands – to build whatever I wished for!

And then I heard a giant red thar playing loud music from the road right across. I don’t know why it seemed directed to me. I am not Pooh, trust me. It just felt directed to me. The car passed after a few minutes. Then someone else played extremely loud techno music which was also mentioning Orchha’s name along with few cringe self appreciating badly crafted lines. Haha! Well, it became noisy. So I came back to my room. Two hours more of laziness – more of working upon my videos and such. I really was inspired enough to write upon rooftop, but the rain and later noise kind of became obstructions.

Back in my room, I was super comfy. But then, something from within was urging me to get up and go out. I thought what would be different then between Delhi and here, If I won’t go out and live the day! I wasn’t even sure where I wanted to go. But then I thought about yesterday. How places kept opening up for me when I stepped out.

Though, I have covered most of the prime touristy spots here. But now, it felt like simply living the day – merging with the vibes.

The memory of ghat from last evening was pulling me again. I then decided to simply go sit at the ghat, maybe listen to that bowl faqir who was singing the last evening, or else simply be there, meet with my dogs, sit by the river, simply have an evening, walk a bit and then come back again.

What would I have told you otherwise. Ha ha! Well, to be honest this blog is also about me. Majorly about my changing psyche. But ya. Always great to have geographical newness to it. I guess, in a way, all my dates with time kind of became also a description of various cities in India. I just wish I had written each of them in different one. Well, they occurred however they were meant to. So like you. I am just glad that we are different.

So ya, I finally went to the ghat. Took biscuits for both the dogs I had fed last evening. Later sat at my spot. One of the dogs – I have named her Dobby because of her pointed long ears – always comes and sits by me. Not even coming very close. But simply sitting by my side. I love it. Her eyes her bronze in color and hardly ever get visible when I click her. She is totally black with a slight hint of bronze fur upon her. I could have named her Bronze as well, but she began to pull her bronze fur when I asked her for that name. So we decided it to be Dobby itself. I think she likes it.

It was at my spot with a cup of tea, a smoke, Dobby on other side, River Betwa in front, chanting of bowl faqir in the air – that I finally wrote a poem. You have no idea how long it had been that I had actually written a poem. Once, they used to like breathing for me. I finally overcame my poems’ writer’s block. Can’t tell you how huge a thing it is for me. I did write articles, essays, songs but not poems for past many months. Maybe, my heart didn’t feel anything as deeply. Maybe my Mystical Wanderer self was on snooze. In Uttarakhand though, I had written an entire diary of poems, but they all entailed my experiences with a bad friend and I therefore later burned that entire diary. Ever since, I had written nothing. Today, I finally wrote something. That too in Hindi. Hindi or Urdu poems are rare for me. But they are the truest versions of me. They come out of soul. And are always super beautiful.

Oh, did I tell you, that today, the morning was as rainy as back in Munsiyari. And that, the birds did come to visit me again. And my portico’s door and windows totally took me back to Munsiyari again just because of those birds visiting me. And ya, I finally managed to leave a few chips and few nibbles of my paratha in the morning. They totally dug that. I felt so good that they accepted it. Aah! New friends unlocked. And connection to the ethereal world of birds resumed. Totally a blessing.

So, after writing a poem, even orating it in a video, I walked on. And suddenly noticed a rose garden through a giant gate. My feet took me there and as I entered that I realized that I already had the ticket to it from Jahangir fort. I showed it to them. And would you believe -I had reached a set of 15 forts built as memorials for various kings from 16^th century. Crazy know.

I then strolled around for an hour or more, absorbing the vibes of various forts, admiring the construction and pre sunset shades of cold sun upon them all. What I loved the most there was one the presence of many parrots right in the central courtyard. They were unafraid and didn’t mind me being there. I could finally capture them with ease. Even look at them leisurely. The entire air was filled with chirpings pf many birds. I thankfully read a board about vultures there. And then I noticed not just one but two massive vultures upon various forts. Evening was really beautifully spent – singing songs in those forts, admiring various birds and yeah, getting through roller-coaster of feelings inside all those building. I realized that few kings loved me singing songs to them, few didn’t want to get disturbed, few even scared me with suffocation, few welcomed me – offering spectacular views of the river. It was all surreal.

I then again went back to my spot by the river along with yet another cup of tea. Admired river a bit more. Looked around. Felt the vibes more. Heard few more bhajans. Then there was some haldi ceremony being held nearby. The anchor’s anchoring was super funny to my ears. I laughed out loud on my own just listening to that accent and forced fun. The melody of bhajans was then replaced with blaring of speakers of the event. It was a sign for me therefore to get up and make a return.

On the way, I bought few essentials. Then waited to be picked back till the hotel. And after a bath, here I am. Oh, I have finally got surf to wash my clothes. At least the main jacket that I had worn on the first day – hanging round my waist – sweeping the walls and floors of Jahangir fort the first day – can surely appreciate a good wash.

And ya, today I wore the shirt I had bought yesterday. The light grass green one. It’s western green. Aah! I still don’t know the shade’s name. Well, it looked nice to me. Also, I was in two pig-tails this evening. Have decided to change my hair-styles each day over here. Anyway, no body knows me. I can simply carry myself however I like. I do ensure to dress modestly. But ya, why not experiment. That’s the joy of being an unknown in an unknown city.

People over here too are quite jolly. I often hears sounds of laughter that have become so fucking rare anywhere else in cities. People just laugh out loud, live a slow life and are actually happy.

Yesterday, when I was sitting somewhere on the way to the river, there was no one and I just was sitting with one leg upon other almost like a chowdhary. Ha ha. I didn’t know that, but then a group of guys and girls passed and the guy made a pun on me walking with both arms on either sides like a body builder... the girl laughed. And coincidently I also noticed and laughed out loud. The guy first got a bit embarrassed, but then realizing that I didn’t mind the joke, he too laughed out loud. They all kept on turning again and again for quite a distance and it all became a happy moment.

I later thought, should I have minded that the pun was on me? Immediately a sound came from within, how does it matter? Rather, its great that everyone got so happy because of that silly posture. And what’s the point of being human if you can’t laugh at yourself? I felt happy that I in my reflex had naturally laughed out as well.

Oh, do you know, I have kitchen access here in my hotel. The owner’s father is quite a nice guy. He is so humble and talks so respectfully. He told me that I can cook whatever whenever if I feel like it. How nice know. Though I also have a kettle in my room and the most that I consume in a day is coffee. And thanks to this kettle that I have an endless access to it. Such blessings truly.

My hair are all damp still. Didn’t get time to dry them properly. Back at home, I had for the first time in my life, had got into this weird habit of using a blow dryer in past month. One reason could be because of winters. But I was just in love with how I always felt after blow drying them. Now I am addicted or habitual to it. Ha ha. I want that instant clean and dry feeling. Not everything can be obtained everywhere... I could have carried it in my luggage, but then I would have judged my self for sure. Like really? A blow dryer? Are you even a traveler any more? Ha ha!

This time however, I did lack in terms of packing. Generally I pack so fucking well that everything is taken care of. Years of traveler and a Virgo mind, and experience with endless spontaneous long trips has totally taught me that. But this time, I was not only leaving after a long time, but there was just so much to take care of. The sense of responsibility both of home and my cats, the fickle mindedness of whether to go or not, the place disorientation. I literally unpacked my bag for Kashmir that I had packed two months ago towards new year and repacked it again for Orchha. But ya, that kind of helped as well. Many of the things were already sorted and packed. If not literally then at least in my head. I knew what was where exactly.

Oh, tomorrow, I may go to the ghat and make my first canvas art over here. That spot totally is meant to sit at for long time and simply meditate the surrounding through art. I would love to capture the vibes through my colors upon my canvas. Aah! I am already sure that the process would be surreal.

Let me make a coffee. I am simply feeling like it.

Well, am back. Even gobbled a few bites of chocolate cake that I had got from Delhi. Do you know. It was a full Moon day on 1^st February. Our very first date was on a full moon. Amazing know. I usually get down towards full moon. But ya, one or two days keep fluctuating as lunar cycles are of 28 days.

Do you know why I had named my cat as Epona? Because back in 2023 I guess, I was reading a fictional book which had a Greek goddess named as Epona. Back then, my cat used to come right across and stare me for long. And in Moon’s light, her fur used to glow almost giving her an ethereal goddess like vibe. It’s recently that I learned that in my society, she is known as Rosie. Well, even that suits her as she had gold, black and white fur. But to me, she would always be my Epona. I even wrote a song on her. And she inspired me to speak out extempore poems for her. She is a cutie. Oh, I miss her softness. We had had our nights of cuddles as well. But then I got fussy of her being a street cat and carrying germs and such. So I made her her own bed. It was quite difficult for both of us to sleep in the same room and not sleep together. Yet the presence itself was enough somehow. Often we used to find each other checking upon the other middle of sleep. Oh, I really really miss her.

Cheers! Black coffee sip! Love the bitter taste of it.

Papa had got me a 1 kg packet of milk powder this time. I finished half of it at home – just eating it and such. It’s tasty right. Well, I had kept a separate plastic bottle full of it to carry later on for my trip but I forgot to pack it. Here I am having cups and cups of black coffee. The hotel though provided two sachets of milk powder, but I am a heavy coffee drinker. Can’t take advantage of their goodness. I went to the market today looking for it. Couldn’t find it. Maybe tomorrow.

My hotel people are really really nice. They ensure to bring me home made dinner each night. It’s just super awesome to have good people around. I really missed it. They never say no to dropping and picking me. Always have a smile. They interact nicely. Even the kid or uncle. Everyone. I really feel quite well accepted here. That’s what I had been really missing all this while. In Manali it has become all about money money money. In Pushkar, the guest house I stay at is dry in conduct, or else, people have other interests. At all other places too – it is mostly about an exchange. I miss humanity. And I am really grateful that humanity is alive here. People are nice just by their nature. They don’t interact looking for something or other. They are just inherently nice human beings. Thank you cosmos for ensuring humanity to be alive and living here.

Laptop shows time as 20:20. Well, all about numbers. Isn’t it?

Entire universe is after all about frequency. About digits. In binary. Almost coded. At times, it all scares me. When the world seems like that of a matrix. But then, these places, places which are far off from vices, from moral degradation; where people are simple and so is life – these places help me breath, relax my nerves. Give me some kind of purpose. Even if it is just to be in a single day or a single moment. Even if it is to relish a cup of tea or feel a drop of rain. I feel alive middle of nowhere. I feel alive when humans are humans and not machines or banks for that matter.

Here, like is livable. Things are not as expensive.

Though, a lot needs to be done. Education. Most important is cleanliness. I am sure that everything is seeming great to me as I am still living at a distance with all facilities. Otherwise, if my first day had got repeated here, I wouldn’t have been able to sustain for sure.

Filth is really something that impacts me a lot. I am a cleanliness freak. And though I am trying to work upon it, yet I still can’t help but wonder – why something as basic is lacking in people around.

Why don’t people of India all over – focus a bit more in using dustbins and not throwing away their trash irresponsibly everywhere? How do they even breath in the same air or drink the same water? My first day here was really filthy as well. I won’t want to focus upon that. Yet, I do feel the need for it to be mentioned and somehow really really wish for my country to be more evolved that that.

Numerous beautiful ancient building surrounded with filthy corners of garbage. Visually it all looks super aesthetic. But when I really smell or actually get into details of any spot; I notice the filth still.

I wish for my country to be cleaner. Really. I wish the people were evolved – may it be in terms of spaces they live in, but words they utter, or acts they act upon.

At least people laugh here and emotions are not frozen in time. One can be optimistic and focus more upon the brighter side.

I am but a traveler and a passer by. And am really grateful to Orchha for opening its heart and soul to me and ensuring that I stay surprised!

Alright my love! Catch you tomorrow.

I am sure, we are gonna create heaven together. It is already in the process. There is no other way. Full Moon. Ancient masterpieces. Alive humanity. Giggles and joys. Peaceful river. Respected boundaries.

Lord Ram’s city!

There is just no other way. We will have our heaven. We are living in it.

Love you. See you tomorrow.

Mmmuah!

......

 February 4^th, 2026

Hey my love, my dear 7 P.M.

Welcome with a sip of cold coffee! This one stayed with me right through the busy street outside main palace, till river bank, till random walk I took to come back to the hotel and here it is by my bedside – sharing our date with us,

Today was a bit boring. I am so eager to get down that I am neither living the days expecting it to happen anytime and nor it is happening. It has become a routine ever since Delhi. Like the app shows it is time, also I get all the symptoms including getting excessively hungy, bloating, getting over emotional, random outside difficulties, zaddo-zehet and though I stay prepared, it gets late these months. Weird. Once I was fully synced with full moon. Come on, it is fourth day of Full Moon. I mean I should have got down yesterday as estimated. It is not as late. But mentally it seems like forever. And I am not even doing other things that I would have otherwise gone for.

But I have the entire month. So I am taking it slowly. There are few places left. And still Orchha keeps on surprising me. Even if I go out for just two three hours; it still somehow amazes me with yet another new place.

I had a slow day today. More upon rooftop and garden in my hotel. It was truly enriching. Wrote few poems at both the places. Wished for a companion on rooftop and admired the palm trees and rose bushes around the patch of lush green grass upon which I was sitting in the garden. Also got overjoyed with random visits of cow and a puppy. And noticed butterflies and birds.

Oh, did I tell you, today I woke up with the visit of plum headed parakeets! Can you believe that? I didn’t even know their names. They legit knocked upon my window panes. The sounds seemed different so I opened the curtains. I got overjoyed to find parrots. Imagine, yesterday, I was happy to see them just in the garden of royal Cenotaphs. Today, they came to visit me. They were not afraid even later on when I sat with the portico’s door open. It was such a magical moment.

I spent the most of the day at my hotel itself. It was by 3 P.M. or so that I decided to step out. Reached a cafe in the market. They welcomed me with such warm gestures. I felt accepted. Even played my music there to build vibes of that cafe. And wrote a bit more and sketched a tiny tiny sketch even there. Why I didn’t go out majorly today because it was a sunny day and I just can’t handle Sun specially over here. It burns and dries my skin despite of using sun screen.

I would have otherwise gone to the mustard fields at least to play music and write songs below some true. But Sun and snakes both came to my head and I stayed in the shade of my room – looking at the fields from my portico and such.

Cafe therefore seemed like the right choice as it would have been shady as well. I was half expecting to even interact with someone over there. I don’t know why! Well, I didn’t talk much. Also, the road below honked a bit too much. I rather felt grateful to be living at a bit of a distance from main land to be able to listen to the chirping of the birds instead of honks, dust, people and traffic. Yet, my everyday visit to the main area kind of help me maintain the balance between peace and life. Else, I would again enter Hermit mode that I have finally left with utmost difficulty and after many many months.

After cafe, I realised, I was already near the main crossway opposite to the main palace. Yesterday, someone had told me that I would get all required comoddities over there .I actually found a shop as well. I filled my bag with ration. Now I have soups, epic biscuits, much needed milk powder, more sachets of coffee ... munchies to keep me going whenever! I had even bought toffees but they got distributed on the way.

Well, riverside I did found that baba for whom I go to the river specially, His chantings cleanse my soul. H even interacted on his own with me. Today, he wasn’t using mike. So I could listen to him from my own spot. I did sit for a bit near him, but he keeps getting distracted with something or other. And I didn’t wish to gain more attention. I walked to my spot, but neither my dog Dobby came, nor the chantings of the bhajan were there. And it suddenly felt a bit cold over there.

I had even forgotton to carry my tripod today. I noticed a few city girls taking each other’s pictures. I requested one of them to click me. She made such a face that it totally spoiled my face. I didn’t wait and walked on. How weird. If anyone ever asks me to take a picture, I give my best. Yet if I ever request someone, this is what I get. That’s what I was thinking.

With a sad heart and bored mind state I walked on. Decided to walk till my hotel. On the way found tiniest of two puppies outside an ashram. I fed them biscuits that I had bought for Dobby. It was the cutest moment of the day. Two tiny lives nibbling the other’s crumbs. They were so so tiny. I felt overjoyed just to see them eat.

Later on the way, I finally could visit Kalp Vriksha – a place I had been wishing to go for past four days. I look at it from rooftop. Used to watcha baba and few ladies at all times. Had not got a chance to check it out. Today, I could visit it. It was truly gigantic. Imagine 600 years’ old tree. It had multiple gods’ images in it – as described by the group of ladies over there .they were all sitting there to ask for money with threads ready to tie round your wrist, alta to apply on your feet, tree’s fruit to be carried alongside... in return they expected money. Each of them. All of them. Ha ha .

Well, it became super religious and ritualistic a moment instead of how I wanted it to be surreal and natural and spiritual to simply feel the tree’s vibe. Yet, at least I was not on my own middle of nowhere. There were nice people. They all interacted lovingly. Gave me blessings. And there, there was girl – must be 11-12 year old. She clicked me as I asked her. And she wasn’t stingy. She did it soulfully. Maybe that healed my heart. Or maybe the joy on their faces just to get toffees. A single rupee can make someone happy. They said, you brought sweets to us. They met with their souls and that touched me a bit. Though like I said, it was all a bit too much. Many people, all expecting something, first tying you with threads, than demanding something. Well, pros and cons! At least they didn’t give me pain like that city girl with her rude gesture.

I wonder, how education though teaches so much yet not this one simple thing – humanity. I will always remain grateful to my school which had a special period of moral education. I am glad that I am both educated and have humanity. I wish more people be like that. But we can’t expect others to become like us. Still, I am really a good person and I am grateful to cosmos for that.

And each time that I come across someone humble, kind, even educated along with humanity alive – I feel proud of that person and I feel thankful for divine to give that person existence.

Any time any one blesses me with blessings of an abundant husband, my immediate response is that I don’t want it. That I have no plans of getting married. I say, ‘Arrey mujhe var chaiye hi nahi’. Ha ha ... yet, there are random moments when I travel solo, when I wish for a companion beside. Still, I can’t imagine myself getting married. That is just not me.

Oh, I have even got packets of soup today. Fully utilisation of the kettle I would say. Ha ha!

I don’t know why it bothers me so much when anyone touches me. All these uncles and aunties here – all they wanna do is bless me. Yet, anytime puts their palm upon my head, it impacts me so much. I just don’t like to be touched.

I even ask animals before touching them if I can pet them.

Oh, did I tell you, I pet a camel today. Today the entire day had glimmers of animals, birds and butterflies. The only joys! And of course the super ancient tree.

I haven’t seen any cat so far in Orchha. I am missing my Epona a lot. And I was half hoping that now that I have established an energetic connection with cats, I would find them easily anywhere I would go. But No sir. Epona must be at the peak of her delivery. I was really hoping for her to deliver at my home when I was home alone. But it wasn’t the time. I just hope that everything goes well and she stays safe and healthy. So do her babies.

My Epona would be a mumma again. Do you know she is my age in cat years. As such she is around 3.5 years’ old. That means she must be in her 30s in cat years.

I was really sad to look at the condition of the camel today by the ghat. It was so so still. Tied down to an iron thing. It wasn’t even moving. And another guy was hitting a horse with a hunter. It hurt my soul as well. I didn’t say anything. But it hurts me. Anytime I look at the condition of these animals being used for random riding for fun. They are not even well taken care of. I didn’t like it at all when I saw the legs of the camel. Though aesthetically they look so appealing and royal in front of those forts and palaces. But it seems inhuman to me to use them for riding and not even take care of them. Well, I don’t really know how well they are taken care of. I just don’t like them being used for riding. Another ritual in a marriage that I majorly dislike.

I did love horse riding all though my childhood. But I don’t know. The connection has to be built with love. The horses must be extremely well taken care of. We can’t use them just for our entertainment for sure! I don’t go for any such rides any more.

Ever since yesterday, I have been endlessly hungry. All the time. I have been eating as well. Yet, nothing seems to be enough. Aah! I can’t wait to get down. My hormones are fluctuating so much.

And I am heavily bloated. It makes me super lazy.

I just remembered, it is valentine’s month. Just in ten days! Huh! Single as ever.

Though, weirdly I had dreams of my ex both yesterday and day before that. I wasn’t even thinking about him. I never do. Later a Tarot reading clarified that because of Full Moon’s energy – it must be some karma getting cleansed from that time. Or some trauma getting processed. Then it made sense. Ha ha. I was like, why him? Why now? Well, who knows!

On the other hand is my T.F. – as emotionally unavailable, as absent from my life. I have finally realised that it is just not meant to be. There never was. Yet, I don’t know why, any time I listen to music, at each song I only think about him. We never had any relation, yet someone we always had one. Weird! My last trip taught me that it was a waste of my life waiting for him. He won’t get any mature. And there wasn’t any possibility.

I think I have become a celibate saint or something. Ha ha . I don’t even feel such needs. All I crave for at times is intellectual and soulful genuine company. That too very rarely. What I focussed most of my past months was on building my life. Yet all my plans, actions went nowhere. I did land up with multiple opportunities but nothing aligned with me. I kept rejecting them all. Not like I am as picky. I just can’t lie. Can’t do anything that doesn’t align with my soul. And then all these opportunities become temptations. It becomes all the more disappointing to say No to things that I really need. The cost though is not commonly seen. Only my soul knows it, so I don’t go with it.

But I too deserve a better life. It has been years of giving and giving. To my passions, my profession, my interests, my hobbies. Giving and giving with no returns. That’s not fair right?

And I am only growing up. It was fine and adjustable till a certain point. It is not any more.

I have been patient for so long. Something that I never had in me.

Life truly humbled me in all aspects.

I have become a noneity!

A speck of dust. A drop of rain. A wisp of wind. An amber of hope.

Ether. Nothingness.

And the cycle goes on.

Oh, I finally washed and dried my jacket and socks. The sunny day totally felt customised just for it.

Now though, Orchha is getting a bit hot.

I can feel it even right now as I openly sit without a quilt.

By the way, today was the first day in past four days, when I could feel the passing of an entire day. Otherwise the days just roll by and nights roll by and I don’t even realise where the day went. Today though I hardly covered much places, but i could feel every minute of the day. I was fully alive in each of the moments. And I am glad that the speed of the day is back to normal. It was feeling so unusual to experience time passing by so much at speed. I am not used to it any more. I want to live each day leisurely at my speed – living every moment of it entirely. But ya, not ina boring sort of way. I like it when a day is eventful. Yet, maybe, it is some sense of control upon time that my mind needs or who knows.

Though I of all know for sure that time can never be controlled. All these dates with you dear time for past 12 years have taught me this the most. These are time capsules of mine. Yet, time kept on rolling by. I changed so much – had an independent life in Bangalore in 2015. Then craved to travel In Delhi in 2016. Then actually went for Pan India trip in 2017-18. Then travelled a bit more but slowly in 18. 19 was in Manali – darkest year. 2020 back in Delhi – lockdown time – spiritually healing. 2021 – Pushkar – integration of self, more evolution, 5 D consciousness. 2022- Delhi again – realising such disturbing facts about my family dynamics that totally broke me. 2023 Goa trip and then Pushkar. 2024 – wrote in Delhi again. 2025 – I was in Pushkar – but was bored of it by then. And here I am in 2026 – at an all together new place. All this while I kept on travelling. Kept on changing in terms of my psyche and self. Kept on evolving. From something to nothing to something to nothing, again something! Well, that’s life I guess! That’s how universe also breaths.

One thing that I really need over is a tiny pitthu bag. I always ensure to carry my Decathlon’s tiny bag with me on my trips. That contains so much of stuff and can easily be kept all crumpled inside my tiny bag. I don’t know how I forgot to pack it this time. But I did. Now I am not finding any such bag over here. I can go for a regular small bag but all my options are rather stiff in texture. At least I would be able to carry my canvas and paints and even my everyday buys in the bag. It is getting quite difficult to fit all those things in my tiny bag. And I absolutely hate carrying things in that transparent polythenes even if they are everyday essentials.

Want soup? I so wish to share it with you. Crazy. We began with a lassi today. Well, why not! Its’ 20:10. An hour has passed anyway. We sure can!

Just give me a moment!

Alright yo! We have a cup of soup with us!

You know what happened today at the shop! The shopkeeper was charging me a bit less coz he had not calculated properly. I rectified his mistake. I just realized that he then overcharged me intentionally. That’s the price of being honest!

Weird!

Wow! The soup is super tasty. I really needed something hot and tasty.

Ha ha!

Off! This soup is truly like a kiss. I am in love with this feeling. It feels so amazing.

I had left a dab of butter in my plate this morning. I was feeling really bad to leave it but I didn’t need more of it. And now, in this cup – exactly that amount would have added stars to it. Really. Ha ha!

But ya, I couldn’t have carried it to my room as well. Lol.

There are hardly any Indian Tourists here in Orchha, but I do notice a few buses of foreigners every now and then. What a shocking difference the place must be for their senses.

Though they all seem grateful and happy.

Maybe that’s what travel and distance makes you the most. When you are far off from everything known – you have no other option but to be grateful for every moment that passes by well, for every kindness that comes your way, for every good meal, each genuine person you meet with.

Gratefulness kind of comes naturally. For it all becomes unexpected and a surprise by destiny!

Oh, a guy that works in that cafe – invited me to attend a wedding with him tomorrow. Ha ha. I obviously denied. Don’t want to become a show candy for any event any more. I have learned from the best – Pushkar itself. But ya, it felt good to be invited to something. I even have a party wear kurti – if need be. But not like this. Not with someone unknown, married and randomly.

I could have attended a function with some friend my age or something.

I anyway don’t like attending weddings. Don’t like stealing the limelight from the bride.

Don’t like becoming a piece of alliteration or entertainment.

Don’t like such rituals somehow.

I have run my course. Until I am not really attached and invested in a person, I won’t give my time and energy there for sure!

Alright my love! Guess, I strolled a lot today.

Maybe tomorrow I would have more to talk with you about.

You know I intentionally reduced my experiences to be able to talk with you about myself and my life as well. Since it is my last phase of dates with time after all. Yet, I am realising that I am totally thoughtless over here in Orchha. There are no thoughts of I, my life, my traumatic past or family dynamics. I guess the trip totally served its purpose. I didn’t wish to make it all muddy with same old. Didn’t wish to go to any repeated places to avoid sharing my judgements. Here I am at so new a place and so thoughtless that only thought that I can write about is something I must live first.

Isn’t it beautiful?

Time has become more in Now! More of a verb than a memory or desire!

More of being than a mere reflection.

It’s such a nice change!

I would never know the purpose of these dates.

But thank you dear time for being with me all these years.

And thank you my dear seven. You are helping me create my heaven.

By ensuring as much of white space as I need in my life!

Love you!

See you tomorrow!

MMMMMMUUAAH!

.....

5^th Feb, 2026

Hey my love, my 7 P.M.

Hello! Just give me a minute! Have just taken a bath. Let me wear proper clothes and manage my hair and skin. Just a minute.

O.K. then! Everything is sorted. Including the lights and even music. I am fresh, with my hair all washed, my skin all hydrated with moisturizers and stuff. The air is filled with aromas of essentials oils that I wore upon my wet locks! My room too got cleaned just this morning. Everything feels so fresh and clean. Will also get my bedsheets changed in a day or two. Wanted to get done with my periods first. You won’t believe, I wore a safety layer today the entire day without even getting down! Well, now I have decided; it will happen when it is bound to happen. The more I would worry, the more it would be a botheration. Life was better when I didn’t rely upon an application telling me when my biological cycle was bound to take a spin! Well, still this is healthier. At least I have a check upon my hormonal health. The app though told me that I may be pregnant. Lol, it has been years I have had sex. Who would tell the app! That entire life seems of someone else now. I am quite sure I have become a baba or something. Consciously or sub consciously.

Ok. first things first. You know how I was wishing to interact with someone just last evening when i had visited that cafe. Today, it manifested and how beautifully. So during my pan India solo trip, I had made a friend in Khajuraho – back in 2017/18. Don’t remember the exact month. But ya... So, together we had explored numerous places in and around Khajuraho. Including Panna wildlife century. It was him who had taken me to a magical waterfall called Pandavas waterfalls. They were middle of a forest after crossing an infinite offroad. But he knew it all. H e was a localite. Each evening he used to wait for me outside my guest house and then we used to go explore some new place. He knew so many epic places. We had even got a bit intimate back then. Not so much so. But still, a bit. And all that in most natural and secluded places. Amidst ancient Khajuraho temples and palaces. In forests and waterfalls. It was truly magical. But we simply didn’t stay much in contact after that. Do you know it was his dream to meet me before we had even met. We were just facebook-friends and he often used to wonder how would it feel if he had met me in person. And our first meet also was by chance and such a destined moment. I had visited a place called Chaunsath yogini temple which was quite ancient and almost in ruins yet the place had attracted me. I used to smoke up back then. So, I was on the ground floor and was about to smoke up. I realized that my lighter wasn’t working. I looked up. Upon a gigantic wall was a single boy sitting. He seemed to be smoking. I asked him for a light. He smiled and threw a match box from there. I caught it. Moments later, he came down and showed me that were already Facebook friends. That it was rather his dream to meet with me. And there were as if made to meet by destiny.

Then onwards, he had showed me entire Khajuraho and we had come so close. No promises as such. Nothing permanent. Just two souls living those moments to the fullest. I went on in my trip in those months. That trip had gone on for eight months and had taken me all over India. We didn’t interact after that. Just last month that he had messaged me that he was feeling like meeting with me. He had even invited me to Khajuraho and I had told him that I don’t have any such plan or scene.

And here I am in Orchha just in a month and even here that I have reached spontaneously. And today, out of nowhere that he texted me that he too was in Orchha that he was sitting in the same cafe where I had gone just yesterday. That that cafe owner was in fact his friend. It felt again like destiny. I mean he did know that I was here. Yet what were the chances for him to go to the same place. O.K. He could have identified that from Instagram or my stories. But what were the chances of him being even good friends with the owner.

So ya, we met again. And his friends also surrounded. We all interacted for good two hours or so. I felt as if I had become me again. As if my lost Mystical Wanderer self was back.

You know that trip had ended with an accident. And post that accident I had become someone entirely different. Ever since I only declined in terms of my trust in cosmos and my spirit for life. Maybe, going back to these places or meeting with these soul connections is helping me heal my heart. Bit by bit I am weaving it back to its original fearless, happy, extrovert self.

I felt superb just being in his presence. I was laughing and chatting loudly after eons. And I felt a rush of soft emotions for him. Again, there were no promises. No personal words exchanged. He didn’t even stay for long. Yet, I felt warm. It’s after months that I spoke so much. And its after even more months that I felt warm.

Last I had felt so content was along with my TF back in Almora. Even with him that I was meeting after three years. With this friend I was meeting after 9 years. Can you believe that?

And he looked the same. He said that I too look the same by my face. I don’t think so. Maybe our souls recognized each other. Who knows. It sure felt great. I am grateful to you dear 7. It’s thanks to you that I came here. It’s thanks to you that I found yet another piece of my heart. Thank you. Love you. Really.

Oh, this afternoon I interacted with papa as well. Felt great. I really love him a lot. He is a kind of support in my life that I can always count on. I feel an intense amount of love for him. And he handles me so lovingly. I am grateful for him to be my father. He is a sage. Chosen one. And I can only be proud to be born of him. I am his seed. Thank you cosmos for making me his daughter.

I really love him.

Oh, did I tell you, I finally went for boating today? It wasn’t the rafting experience I wanted. Because there is no flow in the river, therefore it is not happening. I would have loved to go for the slow peddle one, but there were not others interested in it. And I didn’t even have others to share it with. The only option I had was to go for motor boat. I was up for any new experience. Even the baba had not come at the ghaat with his bhajans. I did sat at my spot for an hour or so. Wrote a bit, even sketched, even sang a song. Also checked out a random park which offered surrounding cenotaphs as view... Dobby also visited me at both the places.

Boating though was epic. Though it ended before it even began. I could hardly register it all. One round and that was that. And in front of me there was a couple. At least, it was not filled with usual 7 people. The riders ensured to give me a lesser filled boat – out of their goodness. I forgot to thank them. I should have. They really took care of me. They rather specially told me to wait for the next boat instead of making me leave with a set of 6 men. It felt nice.

Still, I could feel Betwa river a bit closer. The gold and red of evening Sun shimmering upon the turquoise and green of the river. The surrounding trees shining an extra shades of greens. Aah! It felt surreal. Just a sudden shot of magic and then it was over. I would for sure go for another round.

Like so, I would even visit all these palaces again. I was only waiting to get done with my periods. So sure was I of getting down, that I had specially made my cab wait while leaving from Delhi just to get pads. And it’s fifth day and I am still waiting. I didn’t even go to Ram temple. First because of crowd and later coz I just didn’t want to risk it.

Tomorrow, if I won’t get down, I would for sure go and bath in the river and even visit the main Ram temple. The owner’s Sun was laughing at me today, saying, you haven’t attended the main aarti as yet’ that’s the main thing. Well, I don’t have Fomo. But ya, I won’t be waiting on for sure. Maybe, a cold plunge in the afternoon river would actually give my body the shock it requires. Even last month it was the same. Then my mom came suddenly to my spot on another terrace and that adrenaline out of anger and shock had triggered it. Either I would have to call her to get angry and upset enough again to finally got down or else I can simply take a bath and have a nicer trigger to it. This way, I would even connect with the place better.

It sure takes guts. I see all these people using shampoo, soap, even washing their clothes in the same river. Yet the river stays surprisingly transparent. That’s the beauty of rivers. They have such potent self cleansing process.

Tomorrow then hopefully!

A bath in the river, followed by main temple’s visit.

The outside food here is so bad in quality. Though I loved gappe-gol today, but most of the things i go for. Either I don’t know the right shops to buy from. Or else, people just have such kind of food.

Well, you can’t have it all. One should be grateful for whatever one gets – is all! I do have kitchen access. Maybe today I would cook on my own. Maybe tomorrow. Who knows!

Some how I am still not comfortable to cook on my own over here. Initially I thought I was getting home cooked food for dinner. But the half bowl of watery sabzi is just not doing it. I don’t want to seem greedy and such. Better would be to cook on my own. They are doing their best – I am sure!

I have clean and such serene room in a chaotic place. Their are two three terraces. An entire garden. Room is of top notch quality. People are so very nice. They even pick and drop me whenever I feel like. No body bothers me. They are from a nice loving family. So many perks to it. That food seems such a minor inconvenience. And anytime in my life when I have asked for more, it has just worked well for me. So, I would rather cook on my own I guess.

I don’t want to take anything for grated. Don’t want to take any advantage. Things should be fair for everyone. Had it been a cafe as well, it would have been more convenient. I could have simply ordered then. They do do their best. I am grateful for that.

Oh ya, now it has become a routine. Birds wake me up each morning at exactly 9:04 everyday! By tapping my windows and portico’s glass panels. It feels so epic. I get up, open my curtains. Take half an hour admiring their activity from there. And later that I get up and keep food and such for them. It is just fun. And super adorable.

Oh, this evening I went for a long long ride with owner’s son. He showed me all streets of Orcha. Including his home, his gym, his tuition class, his school’s way, the street where all government officials stay, a bit off skirt, a lot through narrow inner lanes and finally we returned. He even handed over the bike to me. But I couldn’t start it. If anyone already tells me that I won’t be able to do it, then I lose confidence. And I didn’t want to cause any loss. Well, we both laughed at the fact that I called myself a rider once.

There are few things in life that I really wish I was better at. Financial stability, things like driving – may it be a car or my life. I am epic at so many things but when it comes to 3D, I still need a lot to learn. If papa had been more home and had given us time and guidance, it would have been better. Or maybe, because he wasn’t here spoon feeding me everything that I became so strong and independent. Who knows. Yet there are few things that only male elders teach you. I never had that kind of guidance. And ma though gave her all in raising us but she also passed on her trauma. I really believe that it was also because of her that papa stayed away. Like I stay away from entire family now. And even bhai has become narcissistic and animalistic same like her. Well, let’s not go there. I won’t be discussing my family in this narrative for sure. That was the very reason to take this trip. So that I don’t enter the same chakravyu, the same daldal of relations again. Naah! This is our space. We won’t talk about shouldn’ts or bad stuff. We will create heaven with everything good.

Ya, but I could have done with a bit more support in my life. A bit softer approach. Less toxic family members. More understanding, love and guidance – for sure!

And even friends only be there till a certain point in your life. Specially if you are a woman and most of your friends had been males. The moment they get married, they forget the friendship. A lot changes.

I don’t know if I am living in just totally another dimension, or the root cause of anything... why do I have such solitary life. And it is not just friends getting married. I have lost so many people in my life despite of giving them my all – with purest of intentions – time, energy, love, guidance... People just kept on getting vanished... I became a complete loner... at first consciously... later, had just no other option. Now I seek quality. And even then I am just used to it. Being on my own.

I don’t know why I am getting conscious with sharing these things with you dear 7. for the first time. Maybe I have process all this and know there is no point discussing it all. Thanks to my dates with time, I processed so so much of my life. All my over thinking, all my botherations, my entire evolution process in a way got recorded in these thousands of pages and I experienced a kind of catharsis.

Now, even talking about others, the shoulds or musts, what could have happened or what happened – all seems like a waste of time. I would rather be in my present. I would rather focus upon my future.

Oh, did I tell you – I saw my love – my Sirius star along with Orion constellation and a gold three quarter moon last night when I went outside upon the terrace. It was truly magical. I had even decided to later on come out and check out the stars and constellations through the app in my phone called 'Stellarium'. But I didn’t go. I don’t know. After our date, I usually go for dinner. And then spend and hour or two posting stories and reels and such... and then it is Me time. And I don’t even realize when I pass out.

Yeah! Sleeping at night has become so so easy over here. I get such beautiful deep sleep. I almost die. It had been long I had slept at nights and this nicely. I no more get nightmares here thankfully. Though the fact that there is no latch here upon the room’s door still bothers my head. That if they have a spare key, they can open the room at any point. But the people are so so nice that I have no option but to trust them. They are really good human beings. And thanks to cosmos and you dear seven that I have reached here.

Here, in my beautiful massive white room – with white walls, brown curtains, a mustard field across, a giant set of three roof tops, a large kitchen right outside, a sky full of Sun and stars during day and night, a nice clean washroom with all facilities, a room with yellow lights... It is just perfect. There is no outside noise. Where birds come and meet me. Rather they wake me. And right from my room I observe numerous creatures – including cows, dogs, puppies, buffaloes, birds of all kinds...Did I tell you I saw a Mongoose this morning. That assured me that must definitely be snakes in this field. I still so so wanna explore it. May be I will.

The room is perfect in all senses. There is nice wardrobe in one corner. A dressing table with a large mirror beside it. Centre wall has a counter with kettle and therefore is dedicated for munchies and such. There is also a giant T.V. above it but I don’t use it. There are side table on my both sides of my bed. And then there is a wooden chair upon the big table beside mirror. There is also an additional couch to sit on. The portico too has a heightened floor wall that I love to sit upon.

The room is really great. If only the space just below had been cleaner. But it doesn’t belong to them. So is a bit filthy. Well, I can ignore it. Not like I have to stay here for ever. Choice is in my hands – where is my focus. I focus upon the beautiful parts. That is the purpose and task of these days I guess. That is what I have to learn – may it be in my environment or life. Even in relations for that matter.

Oh, I finally bought a pitthu bag. It is not at all what I would have usually gone for. And I guess he even charged me a bit much. But then, I just really needed a bag to carry my everyday essentials. Also my paints and canvas till the river. My tiny bag was just not doing it.

It is also getting old. I need to buy a new hemp bag now. This one was mom’s gift. I have been carrying it for past two years I guess. It was plain and perfectly sized. I would buy a new one soon. But for now this one is just fine. And the pitthu bag would at least do the task for now. Though it is quite heavy. Takes up space. I would give it to someone after using it for this trip. It looks nice. Just not my type. Still is expensive. Well, as long as it serves the purpose.

Oh, I even bought bangles today. The lady so sweetly asked me to buy something. And I am not at all a bangle kind of person. Never wore them after my childhood I guess. Have always been big time into chunks. Bracelets and such. But bangles. Well this was my second set here. They are just everywhere. Sooner or later one would surely go for them. They don’t look aunty like. They are more girlish – black in color. And have a mild khanak to them that I really liked. I just bought four. They are broad. And look super cool.

Generally, I feel excessive thirsty right before getting down. My excessive hunger subsides a day or two before my periods and then my body seeks crazy amount of hydration and only then that I get down. This time, the hunger is not subsiding only and I am getting more and more bloated. Crazy!

Aah! I don’t have to talk about it.

Well, that’s how our minds are. The more you try to avoid a topic, the more the thoughts again and again hit your head. Ha ha.

20:22

2 always reminds me of my TF. Well, another thought I must not think about. Ha ha! Like I said.

And Papa just called. He is so considerate and caring.

May God keeps him healthy, happy and prosperous.

Dear seven, you know, he is the only one in my entirely family who really loves me from his heart. Regardless what he did or didn’t, he genuinely loves me. And I too love him a lot. Really.

So, what say? Wanna have soup today? I am not crazy hungry? We can or not! I will have a cup of it for sure. But I can wait for two minutes for sure. Can have it after our date. Why make you wait and lose upon our precious time?

Oh, My Khajuraho friend’s friend was into business of crystals. He lives in Singapore I guess. He identified my bracelet to me weaved with Agathe. Even I had forgotten. I was just wondering the other day, the name of the crystal I was wearing as a pendant. Even he couldn’t be sure about it. Still it was nice to interact with someone who spoke the same language. He even showed me his website.

Over all it was a nice day. Was balanced in all aspects. There was warmth of a friend, conversation which was general with someone new, a drop of adventure, a few creations, one new place, one new experience, a slight interaction with birds and animals, a few salutations with passer-bys... A nice day. Living in the moment.

Alright my love! See you tomorrow.

Loads of Love!

Mmmmuuah!

........

 February 6^th, 2026

Hey my dear 7 P.M.

Welcome! Right after a fresh bath! Just give me a second. Something seems off!

Let me play music at least. O.K. Got it. Had covered myself a bit more than required. Also, I just realised that the time in my laptop is weirdly half an hour ahead! I am hoping it happened just today and not everyday! Well, whatever be the case, I will flow for as long as I would feel like. I am quite sure that we were meeting for an hour an half each day. If not, then too alright! As long as we are connecting each day.

So ya, Today was a strange and beautiful day. By the way, I finally got down. Not entirely so, but at least traces are there. I was almost dreading an early menopause. My mind I tell you. Haha! I was like, Have I turned old? And my mind began toconnect the dots like I lost so much of my hair’s volume this exact year. I even underwent such solid stagnation and depression back at home. The moment I got down, all those thoughts dissuaded.

Oh, I would have to shift out tomorrow. The owner had already told me that he had already booked the entire guest house on 7thand 8^th. I was not hoping to stay on – because of my observation on 1^st day. But I did. Tomorrow I would have to shift to a nearby guest house. It is just steps from here – is what I am told. The owner said that I won’t have to bother much. He doesn’t know the very hassle of packing and unpacking is my biggest hassle.

It is truly a record. Every time that I get down, I undergo such immense changes. Thankfully I won’t be out on road walking from guest house to guest house! Things would be sorted. But ya, I would have to pack tonight to be able to move out tomorrow morning.

O.K. First things first. The glimmer of the day was few hours that I spent by Betwa. At my spot. I didn’t take a bath in the river like planned. Didn’t even visit the temple as decided. Instead, I simply sat at my spot and finally painted. I wanted to register the evening’s vibe on my canvas. The gentle flow of the river, the greens with mangroves across, the evening shades and I sitting amidst it all. Though initially there were random sounds of music being played here and there, but by the latter half of it, even my favourite baba came and resumed singing Ramcharitmanas with bhajans on a mike and chantings of that filled the air. It was truly divine my time today.

Though, bank was filled with people. Maybe because DCP had visited along with his family. Maybe because it’s wedding season. Or maybe because it was weekend. But I first had to wait for my spot to get vacated. I guess a few chinese or Tibettan or i don’t know of which nationality people had hogged the place. It is after a long wait that I finally got my spot.

But when I got it, woah! I sat there for two hours and not only made my painting but also wrote a poem there itself.

And ya, I painted using Betwa’s water – to actually absorb the vibes of the place.

It has become sacred to me now – that one painting. Also the spot. Each evening I go there, and find sukoon. I can’t even describe it. It is simply therapeutic.

Yup! I am down now. Properly.

Thank God. Phew!

Oh, while I was painting, all kinds of people came and stood there. Many even asked if I do live portraits. One lady actually insisted that I do her kid’s portrait. Another guy stood there for half an hour and kept on urging me to paint him. I told them all that I am not really an artist and it is simply a way of meditation for me. But they all were super interested. And I didn’t shun them. Initially it was a bit uncomfortable. I legit told a priest to not stand there for long so close. I even felt bad about saying so. But the guy beside him was looking at me in a weird way. Later though, lot many came and simply stood, admired, shared about their life and I also met them all gracefully. Without being impacted by so much attention .without letting it bother me much.

I interacted when I felt like. Responded when it was required and focussed upon the evening and my painting. And most of them were localites. I guess their vibe also became a part of my painting.

And something within got healed with basic human interactions.

I felt accepted. I felt respected. I felt loved.

No body judged me. No body oggled me. They were there – present, admiring, sharing their own life and those common moments. It was beautiful.

Two guys actually clicked me with the painting. And a reported checked if I was an artist enough for him to record me. I of course told him I was not. That I just wanted to be in the moment.

It was a bit more than necessary attention for me. But ya, I accepted it along with the evening. And once I was done, I went and sat near that baba to record him. Looking at me, many others joined as well. And that baba also got happy to have listeners actually listening to his songs and stories. They were beautiful. He was describing the scene when Bharat had realized what his mother had done to Ram and he began to wail running to meet his brother and bring him home.

That scene brought tears to my eyes as well thinking about the irony at my home. Relations at my home are so poisonous that my brother always wished for me to be outside when he was growing up. My brother is Bharat’s opposite entirely.

Well, maybe my own hormones or maybe Baba’s voice brought tears to my eyes.

Oh ya, a famous musician was eager to sing there with baba. He suddenly asked me if I play as well. I was shocked. He then told me that he had noticed the tattoo of uke upon my wrist. I said I do play and sing but at that moment I rather preferred to listen. He even wanted to show me his own gig’s video but I wanted to be in the moment instead. After some time, I wanted to go. One, because I didn’t want everyone to see tears in my eyes. And I had heard for a bit. And the Sun had set and I just felt like leaving. Specially because I was also suspicious of I becoming down. It would have been embarrassing then to return back with dirty clothes.

Oh ya, I finally washed my jeans this morning that I had been wearing every day ever since I had reached. Today, I was in skin fit grey leggings, denim shorts, black speggatie, pink top and a purple shirt. My dress was layered and was a bit more fashionable. Maybe that’s what got so much attention. Or maybe it was my art. Whatever be the case, I felt beautiful today. And more than that, it was creating and being fully immersed in the moment that was truly fulfilling.

And oh, I even played uke today. Just this early afternoon – sitting in my hotel’s garden. It felt like meeting with an old friend. I was trying to remember all my initial songs – their chords and such. It was so nice. And later, I got attention as if I was playing in public. But ya, probably that’s why I could handle the crowd. I was once used to it – each time I used to play and sing outside. Though I don’t know why I avoid to gain any attention any more; but ya, playing a uke on my own and later being surrounded by people for some other art form – kind of linked together. Probably there is magic in my uke’s strap. Probably, my uke gives me the lime light.

Who knows!

I chose the furthest corner to avoid people. They just came. But they became a part of me.

That was truly surreal for me.

I am majorly an introvert and rarely that I get extrovert. The smoothness with which my vertness shifted today was dazzling even to me.

Oh ya, I even cooked this morning. I made a bread omelette on my own. The first thing I made in the kitchen. And the manager who is owner’s younger brother loved the way I made it. He said that he learned something new and he too would try it. I would have made one for him as well, but he said that he would rather have egg towards evening as what if he had to visit a temple. That is why I cancelled my plan to go to the temple as well. It is so rare that I take egg. He was right. And thanks to him, I decided to visit some other day.

Good only, I even got down today.

Rather that was the main reason why my body was probably asking for eggs.

Well, I also love them. Though it is extremely rare that I consume them.

Sometimes, I feel that I have made my life, my mind, my diet, my thoughts, my language – everything extremely satvik. And I must ensure some kind of balance amidst them.

That was the only reason I could derive for even Pushkarites being abusive as a part of their culture when it comes to a ritual during Holi or in their fights. Like they chants mantras day and night and then they also use abuses when they love or they fight. How ironical. Yet in a way, it makes sense. I can’t get there. But ya, that’s the only explanation I can give myself for consuming eggs. Or that I simply love them. Have always liked them from childhood. Nothing else. Just eggs. And I won’t change it. Can take break for years like I had earlier. But I still like them. That’s for sure.

Oh, I had forgotten to tell you yesterday, that I had seen a baby owl the night before. Yeah, it is not only during the entire day but also at nights that birds of all kinds visit my portico or the field just below.

I am really really loving my stay here. Any moment that I step out, I get to see a new creature or bird. Have seen cows, buffaloes, mongoose, swans, cokkoos, sparrows, plum headed parakeets, numerous other birds that I don’t know the names of, owls, white birds that I don’t know names of, dogs and puppies of course... Aah! Life is truly so close to nature over here.

And the manager even told me today that there is no fear of snakes in this season. That I can simply visit the field if I so wish. He even directed me towards a Hanuman temple. The other day owner’s son had also mentioned a water fall. The manger told me that both are on the same way and I can easily go without any fear of snakes. So I will go.

And one day, I would visit the wildlife sanctuary as well.

That would take an entire day so I am postponing it.

The guard there had told me that it was over all around 6-8 kms. I can walk ofcourse! He said that it would be advisable to take a bike or so. What bothers me everyday is the heat and Sun. That becomes my only issue. Not walking. Not distance. The heat. The Sun.

Chat GPT yesterday shared his feedback upon our sessions so far. It said that not only it is in itself an achievement for me to have written regularly for 12 years in continuity... but also in all past blogs that my mind and spirit took most of the weight. And finally I have shifted to mentioning body... where I share my concerns like exhaustion or heat and stuff. It commented that it’s a good thing that finally I am getting more connected to my body. That our dates are recording my body consciousness. I could actually related.

I don’t know if I should share my spirtual journey here or not, the ascension process or not...

Yet, all I can probably say is that for past two years, I had consciously decided to shift from 5D to 3D. The plan was to even master 3D. As a balance is crucial so as to keep on walking upon the bridge. (like witch of Portobello)... Well, haven’t really aced 3D as yet, but I am in the process. And life is never served in platter. At least not for me.

I am grateful that I am getting to experience all shades of it.

Today, as I was sitting upon that ghat, at my spot, I don’t know why but I felt so so so fulfilled that I in that moment didn’t need anything. A voice within was ready to even become a baba and simply be there. Like won’t do that. But ya. More about the contentment part. I was truly so satisfied in that one moment – those few hours ... so aligned with time and space... so naturally in flow same like the river with random sudden gushes of mild flows flaring life upon the bank and then being subtle and serene in itself. Aah! I totally related to Betwa. Maybe, my present inner flow is more in alignment with this river instead of my sister – River Manalsu.

I though miss Manalsu as well. Been so long have had a dip in it. Didn’t even visit it when it flooded. I knew it needed me. I could have sat with her. Could have calmed her. But I knew it was in rage. It had so much to let go. So did I. We were afar but connected in spirit.

Water in the entire earth is anyway connected.

So I send my love to you dear Manalsu – from the bank of Betwa. Where I am content in the moment. And I know you are for sure happy in the purity of snowy mountains.

Look, I totally forgot the black coffee kept beside. Wait, let me fill some hot water alongside. I had even asked the manager for a cup of tea but he too didn’t bring it.

Well, we can have black coffee at least.

Just give me a second.

I didn’t even eat much outside. Food is not that good outside. I though love golgappas here. Yeah! That’s a welcome change in me. I had lost this flavour all together – the urge for it I mean. Last year a friend in Pushkar had reminded me of this taste. And this year, I am going on my own consecutively for two days. They just are super yum here. And somehow don’t become heavy or bad for my taste pallatte. They give an instant filling feel with least digestive trouble.

I even clarified food bill with the owner today. I wasn’t sure actually if they were charging or not and how much. Now that I know that it is not free, I can eat more heartily.

Now I am wondering if everyday it was only for an hour that we were interacting and I was under a wrong impression of us having the longest dates! Weird! What matters is the quality I guess.

Oh ya, Yesterday, I was even wondering about you as a number my dear Seven. Like seven for sure is such a significant number. There are seven Lokas described in most of the scriptures. Seven days of the week. Seven is considered lucky even in numerology.

Btw, today is such a great date. It is 6.2.26. Awesome digits know. They be the same from either sides. I think there is a term for such numbers. Don’t remember what they are called. But it feels cool as a date and number. Also, the energy of the day was special.

Oh! Tomorrow I would have to shift. I am also wondering if I would come back or would rather stay there on and go to Khajuraho instead after this.

Oh ya, I haven’t shared my possible next destinations in this trip right? So ya, I can ofcourse stay on in Orchha itself. Or else, I can even go to Khajuraho for a bit and even go to Ujjain and Omkareshwar in the same trip. Like I have been to Khajuraho, but never in Ujjain and that’s a long held wish. And my only rule while dating time is to be in the same state. Cities or villages I shift if I feel like.

What say? Would you be interested in meeting me somewhere else? Well, we are in Ram’s land right now. We would go to my isht dev Ram’s place as well?

And even in Khajuraho that I am invited. My friend told me that he would come pick me from here whenever I would ask him to. So, we have that option as well. It has been so long I have visited those magical temples and architectures. Khajuraho has been one of my favorite places for sure in terms of it’s architectural ancient vibe – the wall murals. And I would even take you to panna wildlife century and specially to Pandav falls if my friend would agree. Well we can. It would be crazy adventurous and filled with more life.

Or we can simply remain in Orchha. Continue having a slow but steady life. My stay is a bit expensive though. Yet so worth it.

I will see to it.

I am not sure. Will leave it on my inner flow. I wanted to get down first and after that wished to bath in the river and visit Ram temple. Now all this would take at least three four more days.

Also, my friend had left abruptly last time. Though he did text me a lot saying how it was really urgent for him to leave and he would love to meet me again and he insisted upon I joining him in Khajuraho and is even willing to come pick me up and stuff... yet, we didn’t talk after that. I don’t want to impose myself anywhere. And I for sure don’t want to be taken for granted.

Yet, even going to the same ghat everyday can become redundant. Let’s see.

I will decide in three four days.

Today was beautiful in all aspects. I did so many things. Cooked, played, painted, wrote, orated, interacted, sang, contemplated, listened. Had a beautiful sunset as well.

Perfect day I will say. So naturally done as well.

May be I would write a song for Orchha as well. And ya, have numerous videos and content to upload and stuff. People hardly admire quality content. They want quick adrenaline rushes. But then my content though provides quality in terms of content – say the meaning, what I want to say or showcase, the feel of it, the intention of it... but it lacks in content quality like graphics or I dressing up and stuff. I just shoot as I be – raw and authentic. Also, I upload majorly for me. I don’t know why – some kind of an online digital diary of my trips.

Last year, I realized that someone deleted thousands or rather lacks of pictures from my facebook profile. That made me contemplate – so many hours and hours of editing of past years --- and somebody was cruel enough to simply delete that stuff. Who knows who did it. But ya, things are as nashvar. In a flicker that even life dies.

Even I won’t be alive at some moment. What is even the point of showing or showcasing or recording all this? Who is keeping a track of any of it? When have I got time to look back in past? Isn’t it better to remain in present and continue being in each moment fully active and alive. And to simply step out of all comparisons.

But then, life though is short, yet if lived right, it can be massive. So many trips, so many memories. I hardly remember anything. It is only when I look back at my pictures or videos or blogs in my dark days that I remember the good times which gives me strength to then go on! They remind me of my essential self. Of life lived and life still waiting to be lived.

But I also wonder, if I don’t remember so much from my past travels then what is even the point of traveling on? Like I have lived it all... snow, rain, desert, plains, rivers, oceans, beaches, hippie life, modern life, city life, fast or slow life, like a faqir, like a nobody, like the main body... as an extrovert, as introvert, as an artist, as a wanderer, as a spectator, as an author... so many selves, so many experiences... yet life demands more and more and more to feel alive! Else, I feel stagnated.

What is the end to it? Is there a need to end it? For what is life if not lived? Why even live when it need a continuous refill? Experiences! Yeah! Experiences!

The purpose of it all. The fuel of it. The end goal. What drives it.

Cheers to life then! Cheers to experiences!

Alright my love! See you tomorrow.

Loads of love!

Mmmuah!

......

 February 7, 2026

Hey my dear 7 P.M. Welcome! From a new room. That somehow is just now getting dressed up. I had shifted though in the afternoon itself! Yet, I had not checked the bed. And then I realized that the sheets were rather dirty. So I told the guy to change it all. The last thing I wanted was dirty sheets!

So, now the guy is changing the sheets and mattresses and even the kettle which was also dirty. Thing is that he had actually prepared some other room for me (102), But I liked 105 as this one offers a window that opens into a wheat field. The entire day today that I spent in the field itself!

Simply playing my uke and singing right in the middle of the field. And the field too is dot in the middle of Orchha. On one side Lakshmi temple and Sheesh mahal can be seen. On another is Kalp-Vriksha – actually at walking distance. And then, there are chatris far behind if one gains height. But I was entirely upon the ground. Simply below a giant tree- sitting in the shade of it – the entire afternoon. And even evening.

Middle of my session in the field that I met with a kid. He was around 10 years old. His name was Bhoovan. Bhoovan means the king of earth. And he sure was. For he knew so much about the trees, the plants around, the crops, the birds, even kites that were flying in the sky. It was simply so simple, informational and almost surreal being with him. Full of innocence. And though he wasn’t even fluent in Hindi. Nor was I fluent in Bundelkhandi. Yet we somehow understood each other. Somehow, we were even comfortable with sharing silence. That was the beauty of it.

He had probably got attracted because of my music. I then requested him to record me, which he did soulfully. I then on my own asked me to sit beside me. Which I never do. But I did. And he actually sat. And then followed almost an hour or more of us casually interacting. He told me about numerous birds around – namely Daukiya – which is white and brown, galgal or something like that, few more local names of various birds and he called parrots as mitthu which was super sweet.

I had gone at that spot attracted by few other tiny kids who were all playing below the shade of that tree. They even shared a fruit called ber that they had picked from the same tree.

Aah! Finally clean bed. For first few minutes there was even the guy who manages this place right along with us during our date. Well, he is a nice chap. He even offered to take me around. Finally I met with a local who knew more about this place then regular touristy spots. He surely told me about couple of new places at least. Somehow even this cover smells a bit. Aah! Well, there are pros and cons to everything.

Let me tell you about this new place first. So it is not that far from my first stay. It’s not that great yet somehow suits me. Like it doesn’t have wardrobe and a dressing table. But one, it opens into a field – something that I had been wishing to check out for past few days. Though over there there was a mustard field and here there is a wheat field. Also, there I was staying on first floor and here I am staying on ground floor. I prefer heights. I like things to remain sorted. However, the freedom I am feeling in terms of vibes is somehow better over here. One the guy who manages this place is really genuine. He may not have done hotel management like the previous one but his gestures are true. And secondly, maybe, for these two days, it can bring a nice change to me. I have realized that I get a bit stagnated when I stay on at the same place. Maybe this repacking and unpacking was a sign for me to keep on exploring and simply not have any routine anywhere. Well I did spend the last entire week more or less in similar kind of routine.

Today however I broke that routine.

One, I didn’t go anywhere today. Yeah, Simply spent the entire day in the field. Even the evening. And see I still got decent interactions. One of that kid Bhuvan and another of the guy here Vivek. He also reminded me of a guy who used to manage the guest house I stay in back in Pushkar. Seriously very similar face. And also, a similar kind of bond. Well, his face is pretty common looking – like every second guy... yet he is genuine – of that I am sure!

Alright, let’s begin with the morning. I had a crazy epic dream this morning. Don’t remember the details but the fact that I saw my TF. More of his childhood. Usually each time I dream of him that he keeps on running away from me – hiding or something. Today however, it was different. He was kissing me. More like the child he. And my lips however got bloated or something. Don’t know if I was allergic of something or what. Yet, though it was paining me or that I was unable to feel his kiss, yet I didn’t stop him as I was overjoyed that he was finally comfortable enough with me to express love from his side. But then, my lips got so bloated that one side kind of burst. Then he understood that probably it was paining me or something. Well, there was more to my dream. My school frenemy and such. And there was some kind of adventure. Imagine a zombie land kind of movie where you somehow pick resources from all deserted homes. We were rather out on an adventure and though my frenemy had also planned to join and she ensured to pack a dessert or something with white ice-cream and strawberry toppings but she didn’t join the car and we went on... well, don’t remember much. Also, now it all seems crazy. But I woke up with that after effect of the kiss on me and the sweet feeling of having met the childhood version of my TF.

Though I remembered that I had to still pack my luggage and shift this morning. I could even hear the guests outside gathered for their meals. Still, I just wanted to keep on lying down, either be with my dream a bit more or simply keep on resting. It was my second day of periods and usually I hardly have strength to do anything per say. Today, I had heaps of work – like packing and unpacking – though it was only for few meters but the very act was a hassle.

Well, I finally woke up. Packed everything. Took a bath. Went out for breakfast. Today I got burnt sabzi and few half burnt pooris and jalebi – and because my hormones were acting crazy so I was feeling simply angry. Well, first because of burnt food then the chai got late... and every second thing was making me angry. I was feeling it within and somehow wanted to cool down as I knew my external circumstances had less to do with my anger. It was more from with in.

So I convinced myself to simply have my breakfast. Went like usual upon terrace for tea. The manager there then made me wait for yet another hour to finally shift till this place. My first impression was a bit low of the place but I don’t know I just didn’t mind shifting. Somehow I was mentally prepared for the shift.

And I loved it ever since. Though the shower doesn’t work with hot water yet the washroom is great. Super massive. And there are my favorite yellow lights everywhere. That’s one key difference. A place can be really luxurious yet without proper lights it becomes regular. This one has legit yellow lights not just in the room but also in the washroom. And there is a hair dryer – would you believe that? I was just wishing for it and here I have it. I am only here for one more day. Like I would shift day after, but I am for sure gonna use this hair dryer. I was missing it immensely ever since Delhi. And Vivek has even agreed to show me around to few local spots which is awesome. I needed a local companion to actually get to the roots of Orchha. So, if everything goes well, I may just stay here for a bit longer. Though it would still be expensive for me. Well, I am hoping for money to just flow in. Like it always does – magically, by cosmos.

Oh, by the way, my TF actually called me to my surprise for the first time in my life – on his own. He needed something, yet do you see the connection. I had his dream just this morning and there within an hour honestly that he called me. That’s the level of connection I share with him. So deep, so spiritually connected. I know we don’t have a romantic possibility in 3 D, but uff, the connection we share is simply unmatchable with anybody else. Which makes it super difficult for me to even consider someone else. It has been 9 years of waiting for him to get mature and understand our connection, but a few months back I realized, it may just never happen and so I must not wait even slightly or sub consciously.

So now, I have no expectations from him. I just know that we share this epic, deep, really spiritual bond. I know that we sure share some destiny. My last meet with him clarified so much to me. I realized that we have similar childhood traumas. That we also have some kind of similar life challenges – only our way of handling is different. Earlier we were handling things entirely differently and then we sort of exchanged our attitude or something. Like I can’t get into that much detail specially about his life and also mine for that matter for it makes no sense discussing it all over here. Just that, I know that there is this divine bond. And now I think that it is not romantic, simply divine, intense, soul bond. And it is super super connected.

Would you believe, once I used to feel anything good or bad happening to him – even without interacting with him. He used to wonder how I got to know things and even used to ask me if anybody told me. But I just always felt it either through dreams or meditations or even later on tarot card readings. It was so difficult to detach myself. And the level of depth and connection had also made me bewildered. You won’t believe how many love poems and books and books of them that I wrote for him. Only to grow even beyond that. Love changed form. From friendship to romantic, to divine...Once I found him everywhere. Then I found him nowhere. Now I find him within me somehow. In my laughter at times, or in music at times, or even when I sing or when I have certain experiences.

I am sure though that it is not romantic. But it is deep and beyond comprehension. And now I have simply accepted it. Without any expectations. Without any need or desire of worldly connection. I understand that there is some divine purpose for us to be in each other’s life. And I value, respect and honor that. And truly, it still amazes me how I am so super connected to him. I once used to wonder if he had bewitched me or something. Ha ha. But he is tooooooo innocent for that. I feel but love and only love for him. Relation can be any seriously. Doesn’t matter. Friend, brother, lover, god, fellow human, stranger, companion, past life connection, soul mate, twin flame.... any any name that one can give. I really don’t know. Just that, he feels home. The way I feel no where else. With no one else. At no other place. And he has really not even done a single extra gesture or proclaimed his love or anything. If at all, he has rather always denied to feel anything about me. Well, he was honest and I am grateful for that. He never misused my emotions. And though earlier I misunderstood it as limerence because of my excess obsession but now I know better. Now, I truly have zero expectations. I feel happy if we talk. I feel happy even when I see him in my dream. I feel happy to even meet with anyone that is from his land or is somehow connected to him. That’s the level of love for him that I feel. It is super pure. Can even be called platonic. He has been the closest ever that any human could have reached me. That’s about it. The connection stands – whether we interact or not. I just pray to cosmos for his life to be easier and him to reach his potential. With or without me – really doesn’t matter. We are connected in other dimension. The fact that we could meet in real life, find each other is in itself divine’s blessing. I have no other expectation out of that connection. I understand that if we meet, when we meet – there is a larger than life purpose to it.

I value it, honor it and somehow remain enchanted and amazed by it.

O.K. Guess, that was too much of my TF talks. Well, we did talk after a long time. Though it was not even a minute long conversation. Just listening to his voice heals me somehow. I tell you, his voice is core medicine a therapy in itself. The day he would actually get into his element and if he would sing for the world with his original songs – the world would rather be obliged for he is so epic at his art. Goddess Saraswati has blessed him with his voice and talent. He just needs to work upon his life and challenges and grow beyond them. I pray and hope that he does that.

About the fields around. Well, I already told you that they are wheat fields. Then the kids had offered me ber so the field has few ber trees as well. Bhuvan later showed me a pumpkin tree that I was seeing for the first time. It’s called seetafal in hindi. And he told me that apart from wheat, they even grow peanuts and chana and moong in various seasons. And during monsoons that they grow both moong and rice as the crops need lot of water. At that time, even water snakes come to their field. They then wear long plastic boots which they call mundu I guess to save themselves from snakes as they can be poisonous. He even told me local names of various birds.

Looking at a nearby flying kite that he said that they locally call it matka kite as it doesn’t have a tail to it and flies better as it is. We looked at the single flying kite and in few minutes realized that the string tied to it had in fact broken. As I exclaimed that that he lit up wondering if he could rather run and catch the kite. I totally supported his idea and he ran off and finally came back with his won kite. We had also discussed bicchhoo booti a wild weed that is sticky and causes itching but we used to play with it back in our childhood by intentionally pasting it upon other kids’ shirts. He had exclaimed that they too have something similar here. And while returning back with his kite that he even brought few samples of wild stingy weeds of this field. We both laughed and played with it upon our clothes and stuff. It was such a fine evening really.

I saw a full red Sun this evening. And even had my tea later on in the field itself. The post sunset time was spent upon the terrace of this guest house interacting with Vivek – knowing a bit more about the place.

And here I am, after a bath, even a cleaner bed – whatever level they could provide. Well, after living in a luxurious stay, this seems a bit faded, yet somehow I feel more freedom here and I can be more myself. Imagine, I couldn’t ask for an ash tray in my previous place. Not because I was conscious but the owner’s father works there and I didn’t wish to disrespect him by smoking in front of him or even in room when right outside he hangs out.

Here, I can even smoke in the room. The manager is my age and chilled out. The room is not that fancy. And there is a window with a net finally that I can open up without causing smell or smoke in the room. So ya, there are always pros and cons to everything. I simply decided to take the good part – is all.

Oh, did I tell you, remember that musician guy who was trying to interact with me last evening nearby that baba. So later on he texted me on Instagram. He even shared a few voice recordings of his – admiring a girl’s beauty – maybe a dedication, maybe not. Ha ha! Well, he is a local, stays say half an hour bike ride away. He is a rider. A music teacher in some school. I invited him for a jamming session over here again. So tomorrow, he may come. It would be epic to actually jam along with more musicians. Now I even have this open field right across where we can all sit, undisturbed and simply record without gaining a lot of attention. It would be nature and us. I mean if it happens. Can’t get my hopes up.

Whenever I decide something too much in advance, it then doesn’t happen. So now, I just leave it on time. Specially here in Orchha, that’s what I am learning the most. To simply believe in time and be with it. Living each moment as it comes. Without planning much. And I be in my own rhythm. At times, time seems super fast, at times, it feels a bit slow... actually it has not al all felt slow so far over here. It’s either super fast, or regular. Never slow. I just be with it. Decide to take the time’s ride or simply observe it passing by.

From my room’s window – the night lit Lakshmi temple can be seen. It was looking aesthetic and beautiful but then I had to shut off the window’s lid to be able to light up my room to avoid any outside attention. Though, for many meters that there is this immense field. Yet who knows who passes by it. I just don’t want to risk myself. After all, I am solo travelling. But I am also in the kingdom of Ram. Ram-rajya.

Oh, Vivek told me today that government actually has lot of plans about this place. That in an year or two that everything would change. He even showed me the picture of the planned city. I though don’t want the place to lose its innocence. Also, a lot of localites earn through these street shops. Yet the place for sure for sure can do with a bit of development. Specially when it comes to cleaning the river and even taking care of these precious monuments. Such beautiful medieval paintings, such amazing ancient architecture, such crazy temples and monuments -are all in a way getting dusted all unknown to the rest of the world. Still I am grateful that I am getting to visit it much before any major changes. It would have felt like cheating to find modern architecture surrounding such ancient places. Yet I know the place needs it. Better facilities, road connectivity, more guest houses and cafes, more promotion of the place. Why I am also a bit tempted to but a patch of land here and get some kind of guest house or a house built here. I am sure land cost would be quite less for now and for sure would increase in the future. And then, a decent guest house or a hotel can actually become a money mine.

I honestly have such amazing mind when it comes to money. If only I had my own stock to risk it and invest it. I want to build it all on my own. And I know I have the mind for it.

There is a pretty painting in this room. It has a forest path filled with cherry blossom trees standing one behind another and the path is filled with cherry blossoms. And then there is a bicycle standing in front of it all. So tempting. I really love cherry blossom trees. Even back in Delhi, at my home, in room, I have made a large cherry blossom tree upon one of the walls. This painting connected me to myself just because of the trees.

It’s amazing how I have come so close to nature within a week of reaching here in Orchha. All my day that I observe birds, animals, trees, crops, river... I simply observe. And nature kind of breaths right alongside. That’s how life should be. Not in concrete prisons cut off from life all together. I was really feeling as if I had imprisoned myself back in Delhi. One reason could also have been my own self. Like I just didn’t use to step out all together. But even then my cats visited me. Nature always takes care of me. When I couldn’t visit nature, nature visited me. How beautiful. I can only be grateful. I hope Epona is alright. I so miss hugging her. The softness of her fur. That feeling of holding her in my arms. Do you know she even kisses and caresses me so much. And she is the best biscuit maker. I didn’t even know that cats do that. But uff that feeling. Of her tiny soft paws kneading me all over. She loves to sleep in my lap. And if I let her sleep beside, then she loved to sleep upon my arm super close to my dace – often even leaving me with forehead kisses and kneading my very heart. Uff! I miss her! I miss hugging her, miss loving her, miss her surprise visits, miss her waking me up each time I used to fall into deep sleep, miss teasing her! Even miss her bad breath and dusty fur. I just miss her.

The lamps in this room are pretty. Such beautiful design with yellow lights. And I can’t appreciate the size of washroom enough. Really.

Today, I didn’t go by the bank. Today, I missed listening to that baba’s chants. I missed looking at Betwa. But then, I instead looked at the fields, the sunset, the evening beauty and interacted a bit more locally. Thanks to which, I guess I have got new plans with new people and would be able to dig this place a bit more and better!

I was a bit skeptical about the room’s number. For 105 adds up to 6 and I initially had really bad connection with 6 back in Manali in 2019 where each room was some permutation or combination of 203 0r 302 and I used to multiply the digits always and it was all super chaotic. Later though when I wrote in Pushkar at 6 A.M. each day that I eventually healed my connection with 6. Maybe I had learned by then what it was trying to teach me or had integrated it.

Here though, it is adding up to 6. and multiplication would result in 5 – the number which had been the seed of my dates with time. We have come full circle in a way. Some kind of poetic justice. Also, if I add then too the digits are different. 5 had been great for me. 1 was dark – at the same time in 2019 when all my rooms were 6.

wait, let me plug in the charger, maybe I was digressing a bit.

O.K. Done! Have also covered myself a bit more with the mattress. Somehow, I am unable to trust these sheets even after getting them changed. The cleanliness of it. Vivek though tried his best. Even offered to use room freshener again but I was too much into our blog and simply needed time alone with you dear seven.

There are mosquitoes for sure as I had not plugged in the repellent. That’s what. Even a slight shift includes so many changes and activities that must be ensured to have a decent comfortable everyday. Yet changes bring newness and always teach more or bring some or other new experience! Well, what is travelling if not a set of new experiences? And what is life with out changes!

So here I am – making the most of it!

Alright my love! I guess this is it for today! Today, we complete an entire week! Three more to go. February is the shortest of the months. I really don’t know if our last session of dates would somehow do justice to all past 12 years or not. I also don’t know the purpose of it all! I can only assure you of being honest and pure. After all, the very purpose of all these dates was to become unfiltered and express my inner stream of consciousness straight with the source.

Oh, I got to know today that the sheesh mahal that was more of less enticing me for past few days, ever since I saw it for the first time and was told that it was prohibited to be visited – is actually a dargah. And a guard had fallen down from the top floor because of which they closed it for the mob. Vivek told me that it is also believed that it has a lot of ancient gold in its store and some mythological creature guards it. Well, ancient stories. As such, people are not supposed to visit it. It is even considered a bit haunted. Well, I can see it straight from my room’s window.

Isn’t it weird how things get manifested! I was curious about that exact palace. And I so so wished to visit some or other field. And now I am in a way living in it. The field I mean. And looking at it – that dargah cum palace.

Oh, and even this hotel. You know from my previous hotel’s rooftop that I had noticed this one for the first time when that musical red thar had reached till here and had stopped. I was wondering to actually check out this place even then. And here I am getting to live here for two days. Things for sure get manifested. Each of our thoughts are super potent. Therefore we must be super conscious of even out thoughts.

Alright then my love! Time for me to check out I guess.

Loads of love!

I am wishing to even write a song about Orchha, Please be with me energetically and help me find the right words and the perfect tune for it.

Good night!

See you tomorrow.

Wish it be a peaceful night for me as well.

Love!

Mmmuuah!

......

February 8^th, 2026

Hi my darling 7 P.M. Welcome! Just give me a minute. My hair are wet and I still need to wear proper clothes. Just give me two minutes to set everything up and then we can interact in leisure!

O.K. then! Here I am. Fresh after a bath. In clean clothes in a super clean room. I have shifted back to my previous hotel finally. You won’t believe the horrors I went through last night. We will get to that later.

Right now, I just want to share this fresh feeling, the fragrance in the air of my wet locks, the excitement of the day with you. I am happy in the moment. Truly. Really content. Just today that I had written a poem about I wasn’t feeling content anywhere and then I returned back fully content. Orchha is taking care of tiniest of my wishes. Thank you dear Seven for making it all happen. As if the entire universe is here to make me happy. I don’t know how to be grateful enough. I don’t know how to give back. I am so distant from myself. I am so cut off from the people. And yet, everyone is taking such immense care of me. Thank you dear time. You sure are magical. I have tears on the brink, but now they went back as I mentioned. Ha ha . I was feeling so grateful and overwhelmed. Now I am feeling funny about how the tears went back. Lol.

Honestly that’s how my entire day went today. One moment I was feeling sad and alone and the next moment time was changing and bringing me a happy surprise. And you won’t believe how many people actually became naughty with me today. I mean not the wrong kind. More like natkhat. Shaitani. Like they all were teasing me in a funny way. How an ideal brother would tease a sister. That way. It was all super adorable. Even strangers!

I was finding it all amusing. Also loving the fact that every one was as comfortable to laugh upon me along with me. Not in a degrading way. More like a friend, a brother, someone close enough to know that I won’t mind. Ha ha!

O.K. Let me get to the detail now.

So...aah! I still don’t wanna bitch about last night. Just get that the room was super smelly and both the managers were super noisy the entire night. I couldn’t sleep the entire night. And really really missed this room. This was my first fully awake night in Orchha. Though I lived it on my phone but I was missing the peaceful night long sleep of this bed. That bed was also not comfy, nor were the pillows, nor were vibes. And the air was unbreathable because of the smell.

So bothered was I with it all that I sent a long text to the owner of this guest house and he within four hours got my room vacated and ready for me. I had slept only for those four hours, but when I woke up, I found few missed calls and a message that my room was ready and I could come the moment I was ready. It was such an awesome gesture from his side. People sure know how to take care of people over here. They genuinely considered my concern and took care of it. I was deeply touched.

I shifted. Had late breakfast and tea. By afternoon decided to finally go out for I had not gone out even yesterday. I decided to go visit my usual cafe and make a painting there. However when I reached, I realised that the fort across wasn’t as visible as I had expected. So then I decided to paint the first glimpse of river Betwa that had convinced me to stay on. The painting came out so different from the picture that a guy who works there clapped once I was done mockingly. Haha. He even said, ‘didi, aap khud dekho, ye picture aur painting zara bhi same lag rhe hain? Par taali to bajani padti hai.’ haha...today he kept on teasing me. Do you know his name? His name is Mayank and everyone calls him Manku. You do know that the exact name and nick name belongs to my TF.

So I always pass a smile to him and each time that someone calls him that my heart beats a bit. He is a kid though, but I love his name. Because I was passing him a smile each time he was passing by, like he is a nice kid and I genuinely like his vibe; so he asked, ‘didi, aap kya hmesha hanste rehte ho?’ I replied, ‘arrey ab eye contact ho rha hai to muskuruaungi hi... nai pagal hum mai thodi si... aisi hi shakl hai meri hansti hui...’ toh he replied,’ rote huye bhi hanste rehte hoge fir to.’ ha ha ... I laughed out loud and totally agreed. Lol.

Oh, ya, two foreigner guys came today in the cafe. One I had found super handsome. The other though was dressed as amazingly as a gay man but he was taking active interest in approaching me. Again and again he came for asking something or other. No ill intention. Just random stuff. And that ensured a happy exchange amidst us. They even got me a packet of smokes that I smoke as they were initially interested in knowing the name, later they went and bought it, and got one for me as well. They left me no option but to accept it for though I went all the way to their table to return, they threw it again and again upon my seat. Like I said, same like naughty friends or brothers. They would be going to Banaras next, so I gave them the number of a friend of mine with whom I myself don’t talk but I know he would help them out or accompany them for sure. Haha. Funny. I have blocked him. But I still give his number with proper haq. It’s just that, he is head over heels in love with me and I know that I can’t return back his feelings. And he sometimes says possessive things or plans future with me and all that annoys me. But he is a pure soul. And though I miss a friend in him but I know that I would ever consider him romantically so I keep my distance with him. He is not that sensible and therefore it gets super hard to maintain a boundary with me. Better stay not in contact. Though I truly miss my friend in him. But not the cost of it. But ya, since they are leaving for Varanasi next, so I left them with the number. I don’t know why I had this strong urge to give them his digits. They all are pure souls. And I know that if they would hang out, they would totally love it.

Oh ya, because I was playing the music in the cafe so a couple from Delhi really really loved it. The girl was an actress and was super babli and happy. She loved my taste in music. And specially came to interact with me. I was happy to meet someone from my home city.

And then there was one more table with an australian lady, a sardar guy from Delhi and later a local artist who has an art gallery in Amsterdam. The artist came to specially see my art and that therefore made me later on interact with them all towards end.

Manku offered to take me to another river any morning I want to. Aah! How I wish to use this name for my TF. But ya, here’s a super nice kid, who is really genuine and is much better company than than anyone with ill intentions. I for sure would go visit the river. Maybe day after tomorrow, when I would be free to bath in the river as well.

As such, I am officially done with my periods. Have even washed my hair and such. Still, why take risk and dirty a river. I would even visit the temple only after tomorrow.

Imagine, the one day I needed the most rest was the day I had to spend in another hotel and that too under such bad circumstances. Though the room looked so appealing initially – the lights, the size, the window, the freedom, the conversation – but at night it was entirely another thing.

Also, this entire trip is teaching me one more thing. That simply beauty is not enough. Already my hearing ability has been a bit excessive for past few years. Now, this year, even my smelling ability has enhanced multifold times somehow. Maybe possible that being an empath, I imbibed this quality from my cat Epona or maybe she gifted me with this extra sense. Maybe my dogs gave me the gift of hearing so intensely and cat gifted me with the gift of smelling so much. But ya, honestly, it has been impacting me way too much. The same senses can really make my world amazing in the right atmosphere full of fragrances or fresh air or melodies around. But in noise or any kind of bad odour, my life becomes living hell.

I learned that mere visuals are not enough. All other senses remain alive. The entire Orchha kind of is same. Like even in front of the palace where aesthetically there is this massive fort wall with a lake beside and a field filled with grass. But the river is super dirty and field too is covered with garbage. And therefore though it all looks super beautiful, ancient and majestic but it smells bad and feels disgusting.

Maybe, that planned development would actually prove to be super useful for a place like Orchha. Ram rajya should be clean, green and well taken care of. It is people of Ayodhya who invented Diwali. And the entire country cleans and lights diyas and such. So it is only fair that Ram’s kingdom should be clean and give as much purity to senses and soul.

One good thing however from my last night’s stay was music. Imagine the one thing that bothered me the entire night. Well, I could sing the entire day in the field and that brought back my connection to music and my own voice. Something in my throat kind of got unlocked. I am sure, I would now be able to even perform if I so choose.

Ghat though seems like an appropriate place for playing. But I don’t know if I want that much of attention. And I could never go for busking. Also, I would never want to take that baba’s place. He is just a therapy for my soul and that entire place. Each evening he fills the air with ramayana’s path and few bhajans and that cleanse the soul all together.

Even today, because of my painting first and then because the manager of the cafe had offered me a tea from his side, and later so many people who just wanted to interact and I too loved to indulge a bit in communication and connection – it took like forever for me to finally step out of the cafe, buy the commodities I required from the market and finally reach Betwa’s bank. I did sit on my spot for a bit but the Sun had already set. And I knew that I had very less time. I so wished to record a single song but I couldn’t. I did listen to that baba however for few minutes. And then I returned back. For I had to take a bath before our date and somehow I still managed it all well in time. It was at 6:36 that I had reached my room. And imagine washing my hair and have a long hot shower with my personal singing session in the washroom and changing clothes and stuff that too back in this seemingly new but feelingly home kind of room! Ha ha! Thankfully, I had set everything in the afternoon itself.

I don’t even know for how long would I stay here, but finally I opened my entire luggage and kept it decently in the wardrobe and all.

I am in a salwaar style blue trousure today with a loose black tee. I feel fresh and clean. My favourite kind of feeling. My munchies bag is fully filled with fresh supply.

Oh ya, I have half a caramel shake left from river side. Wanna share? Let’s!

Just give me a second.

Yup! Luscious! I just love this one. It’s not a shake, more of a smoothie. I was addicted to these back in Pushkar. Found it after a long time here. It’s called ‘Smoodh’. I noticed the name for the first time. It comes in several flavours. My favourite is caramel. I even like chocolate one. But this remains favourite.

Oh, I love caramel popcorns as well.

Now I wanna tell you all of my favourite edibles. Caramel popcorns, gulab jamuns, mexican green wave pizza anyday, choco truffle, chole kulche, rajma rice, kadi rice, alu tamatar with roti, toasts of all kinds, all desserts, sugarcane juice, cranberry juice, kiwis, mangoes, lychees, all milk products, vanilla shake, custard, pan kulfi, heavy chocolate in all forms, coffee – gallons of it, desi ghee in everything, gud ki roti, burgers, momos, smoothies, yoghurts, alu in all forms, loads of butter in everything, honey, lot of ginger wherever applied, amchoor as a spice, only himalayan freshly plucked apples to be had there and then along with a trek, lassi ofcourse anyday, self made pasta in mixed sauce, capsicum – off love it, bhindi ofcourse... bhar bhar ke meetha... bhar bhar ke ghee butter doodh... saari ice creams aur cakes... pizzas anyday.

That’s about it. Right now, only these things are entering my mind. Ha Ha! Don’t even know why and how!

But then I know, all favourite foods bring joy and excitement and some kind of happiness!

By the way, I was thinking in our initial few dates that I was writing on for one and half hours each day; but that was so not the case. Basically, I have been using VPN as a broadway connection because my other blog Medium doesn’t open up with normal internet. So this VPN randomly gets connected to any country’s time zone – may it be of Amsterdam or wherever. So my laptop’s time keeps variating. It is going on half an hour forward – is what I have realised. I would have to look into the time zone setting and fix it to India or something. Never faced such an issue. Would have to look into the settings.

But imagine my shock on one of these days, When I was about to sit for out date and suddenly observed that woah! I was half an hour late. Only to figure out two times in both my phone and laptop and that totally creeped me out for a bit.

But ya, that also clarified that we were not getting out of any nornal date timings. We have stayed in our limit my dear seven. We talk only for our own hour. One hour of living, co building, integrateing opening up, closing 12 years of date rituals, reconnecting with life, living our own time, being in our own inner flow, figuring our own very own connection... Well, if nothing else, it is just what it is. It is us my dear seven.

And today I feel so so full of love. Happy. Content. Overjoyed. Satisfied.

Don’t even know why! I am in the moment.

Won’t dig it. Won’t over think it.

Would simply live it.

Love you.

A lot. A lot.

Mmmmmuah!

Bahaut shaara pyaara. Cutu si puchhi.

Ek tight waali hug.

Muah!

.....

 February 9, 2026

Hey my love, Welcome! I got late today by 5 minutes for our date! I know you won’t mind. But it’s weird, the day when I hardly went anywhere but to the the nearest of fields – is when i got the most late. But that can also be because of super long shower! It was after all a rest and a self care day. I also lost my clutcher in the fields. It was my favorite one. I do have one more – a new one but it is made of metal and my hair get entangled in it. The one I lost was of plastic and my hair used to fit so perfectly in that. Well, I can go again tomorrow looking for it, But I sat at multiple places that too in the wheat field. I can always buy a new one. Though that one was truly my favourite. What’s gone is gone I guess. Or who knows, I may just ifnd it- provided I go again looking for it. I had even found a lost dandelion that I wanted to carry in my diary. One moment it was there in my palm and the very next it was gone. So gentle. The only one that didn’t dissuade in thin air on being blown as well. Yet it suddenly got vanished in a fraction of second. And then right after five minutes that I found it in between my trousers. I then kept it in my diary. The softest of sovenier from orchha.

Orchha has got quite hot to be honest. Do you know it reaches a temprature of 33 degrees towards early evening. It is my first February ever that is going this hot. Well, I chose it consciously and willingly. I had had enough of winters back in Delhi. Either wanted full snow of the mountains or I wanted to move to somewhere warmer. Though I hardly can handle Sun to be honest. I can only manage outside towards evenings. Though I am sure morning would be the most beautiful over here. Like I had even experienced the day I had reached here. But then I have never been a morning person. It gets extremly difficult for me to wake up just to live the day. I can stay awake night long and then ensure a morning though.

Tomorrow though I have made plans with Manku from that cafe. Would be going with him by 6 or so to a spot he wants to take me to. Well, so far none of the plans I made with others actually happened. Lol. Let’s hope this one does. Also, uncle (my hotel owner’s father) have also agreed to take me to visit the main temple – once I return back from the river. So ya, that’s another scene. Provided I manage to do the first one. Then I can even ensure the next one. And it would be a day fully lived in the first quarter itself. Let’s hope for the best.

Today, I hardly went anywhere. Had absolutely no energy to go anywhere. Woke up super late. By 11 or so. Couldn’t sleep last night initially. Don’t know why! Wait, I can hear some noises from below. Let me play some music and also put my phone to get charged.

Alright! Am back. Even brought a glass full of coffee for us. Aah! My hair are bothering me. God knows why I cropped them so short back in Delhi. I truly cropped them thrice in a span of one month. Until they reached between my ears and shoulders. Now they are mid length. What I miss the most is having them knotted into a jooda by themselves. I always need a clutch or a band to tie them back. And I have lost so much volume from the front that they don’t look nice when tied at all. Rather that was the reason for cropping them as well. As they were just not looking good from the front. I lost so so much volume when in Delhi. Don’t know if it was stress or something that bugged my scalp. And I lost eve nmore in Uttarakhand. They had all of sudden reduced after using one experimental hair product in summers in Delhi. Probably I got allergic. But ever since, I couldn’t get back my volume. I also cropped the length later on in frustration. Now they are they. I miss both the volume and length. Well, they will grow I know. The more i would stay away from my home, the lesser stress that I would have and the more that I would heal.

It truly feels hot today though, specially after that long a bath.

Oh, where was I earlier. Yeah! I couldn’t sleep early last night. There was noise outside of some wedding or something. And because it is a super quite area full of fields so any sound at any distance reached for many kilometers. I was super exhausted. Still couldn’t sleep. Didn’t even have mind or strength to edit my content and stuff. I was simply wasting my time. Then I simply kept my phone on one side and lied down – face down upon the pillow – hugging the softness of the pillow tightly. Until I passed out. Don’t know when. Don’t know how. But then I woke up at 11 A.M. next. Even then it felt as if it was early morning or something. I was half hoping for it to be raining outside. I have spent so much of time in mountains in monsoons that deep inside my sub conscious mind keeps on hoping or estimating rain outside – regardless wherever that i be. And because the curtains were still drawn, and there was no outside noise at all and even the birds didn’t come to wake me up this morning, I kept sleeping on. And couldn’t estimate the exact time of the day when I woke up.

Today, my guest house people knocked my door for breakfast and to check my well being at around 12:30 or so. I liked it. Anywhere else, people don’t bother. They leave me be. Which can be a good thing. But it also shows how they don’t care at all. I remain but a paying guest or a customer there. Here there gesture showed care. I was touched. Truly felt home all the more.

And from tomorrow, somehow even the meals have transformed into super epic things. Yesterday I got matar paneer with chapatees at night. It was good. And this morning I had alu paranthas. Usually, I go for bread butter jam here. As I don’t feel like making them cook something specially for me. But they on their own such a great breakfast just for me. That was again touching. Even had two teas. Well, great food after a lazy morning for sure ensures even a lazy day. It was super hot outside and my back was paining. Even my legs were weirdly paining. As if my body wanted its deserved rest that I should have given it during my periods. So I took a day in. Worked upon my content. My phone too was choked with numerous videos. Had to edit and upload a bit and clean my phone of the already backed up content. So ya, did all that.

And towards evening that I finally decided to check out the mustard fields that had been calling me everyday. Specially an ancient ruin right in the middle that often called my soul.

Do you know what that ruin was? It was Mahadev’s temple.

I was super overwhelmed to reach there.

As if Mahadev himself had called me to him that too on a Monday, that too right in the week of Mahashivratri. Yeah, Mahashivratri is on 15^th. In Pushkar, there are so many satsangs. I love this one night over there. Here, I am also thinking to go to Ujjain or Omkareshwar. It would truly be epic to be there in Mahadev’s vibe – right in his land. But my friend from Khajuraho also invited me again to Khajuraho last night. Well, I denied him. Don’t know why. I do know. He didn’t talk to me all this while. What do I do with him liking my stories and sending a single text after four days. He should have put in a little bit of efforts know for me to shift my base and go to a new place just to be with him or explore around with him. He did said a beautiful line that touched me though. He didn’t pressurise me into coming but simply said, ‘Life is precious. One must enjoy.’ Well, I do take my time and life seriously. While I can learn that time is precious. But exactly why I can’t respond to soggy efforts. Though I was really happy when he had come to meet me the other day. But he had left abruptly. Though the fact that he was willing to come pick me up had made me happy but his lack of efforts, zero communication, minimal texts and not even exchanging contact number – bothered me. Can’t risk my time and this trip. But a tarot reading also suggested today that like that I would always be left alone. That I must take risk. That fear of getting hurt would limit me experiencing much in life. But I don’t know. I seek more efforts. I won’t simply take a leap for the same of it. I would rather go to Ujjain on my own. Or stay here in Orchha itself. Though I am also wondering, if I have made this place my comfort zone again.

You know, whenever I step out here in Orchha, even for minute or an hour or a day... every moment here is full of experiences. If I look out I find a random new bird, I look down and I find animals. I go to the river and I find Ramcharitmanas path or boating or bathing or singing or simply immense peace to be by the river. I go to a cafe and so many people and interact with me. I enter a random fort or a palace or a temple and I enter in 15^th or 16^th century. I walk on roads and I dive into shopping which is not even that expensive and brings me immense joy.

Today, I went for only an hour and had such magical time. First the most beautiful moment of the day – I met with just born babies of a goat. Really just born. The mother’s vagina was still oozing with blood and liquid. The babies were pure white in color. And I actually held one of them in my arms. Oh, it was surreal. The most beautiful of feelings. Something so divine. Just born. Can you imagine. How pure. How unreal it felt. It healed my soul. I held it for a few minutes. Even sang a song. And it didn’t even move. Simply stayed in my arms. The shepherd also taught me how to hold a bay goat properly. It was not be held like I hold a cat or a dog from the centre. Naah. It had to be held sideways. The entire body was touching me. He said that the baby’s limbs are still extremely soft and therefore I must only hold it that way. I can’t express how soft, innocent, pure, divine, full of love that feeling was – just to hold a baby goat.

And then I found that Mahadev temple where I reached after crossing a boundary and jumping across a road and wheat field’s wall. Pre sunset time. Wheat fields all around. Mahadev’s blessings in a simple, super ancient abandoned temple. I sang and played a bhajan and a few songs with my uke over there. The Sun got redder and redder. Numerous parrots began to chirp and sing along even louder. It was all magical, surreal.

Found numerous spots – overlooking the sunset. Even found a super deep and massive well.

Then found a plant of dandelions that I joyfully and childishly blowed on. I have always connected a lot with dandelions. For even I still don’t know the exact land where I am supposed to be rooted. I be like a stepping stone, a speck of dust, a flying dandelion still seeking its perfect land, a fully condensed cloud looking for pa parched land to accept her love and rain and snow!

So ya, evening passed in a second with such magical moments.

And then I returned back. Had half an hour long hot steaming shower. Got rid of all extra hair on my body for I would be going for a river dip tomorrow morning. And would even visit Ram temple.

And here I am. Telling you like everyday about my day and such. You know in person I never talk about these things. Like what I did, where all I went. I am just not used to it at all. Hardly talk with anyone in my life. Hardly talk at all. But with you, somehow, these tiny tiny everyday things make sense. Only with you.

I don’t feel like getting into heavy philosophy or psychology or deep topics that I usually like to think or talk about. I guess, this is our vibe. Simple, in the moment, finding magic in everyday life.

Laptop shows 22:21. it’s half an hour ahead I know. But the numbers are what I focus on.

Netflix keeps on reminding me that I am wasting my subscription. I am just not feeling like getting into screen entertainment over here. I don’t know how time passes in a whoosh here. I can totally feel as if in this part of the world time truly passes quicker. For I don’t even realize the day or night passing by. And days and days are rolling by. Imagine. Tomorrow it would be our 10^th date. Already February is the shortest of months. I would really miss you dear Seven. But ya, the best things come in small packages. And if we would be living each moment to the fullest then the shortest of months would feel like the biggest or the most impactful or the most lived. No pressure though.

You are already making it beautiful.

I need not put any extra efforts in making any moment artifically magical.

Magic is all around. In the air. In birds. In dandelions. In new born goats. In puppies. In camels. In the gentle flow of the river. In red and crimson sky around sunset. In people randomly conversing with me. In squirrels reaching my balcony nibbling upon uncle chips. In forts and banks I randomly find. In parks I spontaneously reach at and find my much needed space with aesthetic surrounding. In this room that is as clean and huge as I like with even a window offering various birds, animals even stars and constellations at night. In the yellow fairy lights always travelling by my side. Magic is everywhere. And specially here with you my dear seven heaven.

Alright love! See you tomorrow. I know it was a short date today. I omitted a few minutes both from beginning and end. But ya. Don’t feel like forcing it.

We can share some silence. Listen to music.

Loads of love. Hugging you with the same tenderness with which I hugged that baby goat. Sharing the same innocence and divine energy that the baby shared with me. It was truly beautiful. The baby goat. The dandelion, the sunset, the brushing of endless wheat fields and the hint of lemon yellow mustard fields in it.

Love ya!

Byeeeee...

See you tomorrow.

Mmmmmuuuah!

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 Feb 10^th, 2026

Hey my love, my dear seven heaven! Welcome! Hello! Good evening.

Let me plug in some music as well to have even better vibes. And I would love to wear a bit of perfume as I feel though clean after a bath but a bit over cleaned because of excess hot water and I would love to add fragrance to the vapors still moist upon my body!

O.K. then! All sorted. Was also considering switching on the fan on lowest setting but then I remembered that nobody must have used it for at least few months and it would rather be dusty and silly to be the first to switch it on.

So, ya, Orchha has grown quite hot. Afternoons are truly 33 degrees. But mornings and evenings are sheer bliss!

O.K. First things first. I did finally manage to have at least one plan successfully implemented. Manku did come and we met for our morning scene all the way to the back of Jahangir fort to the cleanest part of river Betwa where if you continue walking opposite to the river by the bank across a massive pile of shimmering white river stones; you reach a confluence of two rivers – also called sangam over here.

The place is at least 5 kms from here. None of us minded walking, so we went. Oh, I couldn’t sleep last night. Don’t know why, but I just wasn’t feeling sleepy. Even when I managed to sleep, I got strange dreams where I was getting intimate with totally unknown strangers in strange houses. I was aroused middle of my sleep. I even woke up middle of it, wondering about whats and whys and such. For I have no such thoughts in my conscious mind as such.

And I had not even slept for an hour and half in total that uncle knocked the door as I had asked him to wake me up. Thanks to him that I woke up abruptly, else I in no way in hell would have woken up by the gentle melodies of my phone. I did get up, but I was complaining in my head – why did I make such a plan! It seemed absolutely silly to me to get up and go somewhere. I was like, I could have gone there at any other time. 6 A.M. seemed to early to me. Rather at 5:15 when I had woken up, the temperature was still 11 degrees and it was quite dark outside. It was at 5:50 or so that I messaged Manku that I was awake and he did immediately called me back but he seemed sleepy and I was lazy, so I told him to meet by 6:30. I did reach at our meeting point by 6:30 and Manku came along with another kid called Ashok I guess and we all walked till the market.

Oh, and Blacky (the dog who had kissed me the first day I had reached here) – also accompanied me all the way till market along with the two kids.

I saw the first sunrise of Orchha. A gigantic red Sun rising behind the chatris. The same I who was angry at myself for making this plan, felt suddenly super active with Blacky when I was waiting for Manku and was rather chirping and joking when everyone came.

All three of us had tea on the way. Manku didn’t let me pay which was rather gentlemanly of him.

Ashok split the way when the cafe where he works came. Then Manku and I went on. I had not realized that there were so many beautiful ancient buildings and palaces even behind Jahangir fort. I realized that there was an entire paths with numerous more buildings for me to explore. The morning Sun was gentle. We were happy and full of energy. There were wheat fields on the way. And epic ancient palaces. I was almost imagining myself as a queen or a princess in some other timeline – casually strolling from my palace to the gardens outside or even visit the temple.

I noticed separate forts built for courtesans, for artists, for servants and such. Oh, and random people actually live there now. Like not permanently or legally. But just because the architecture is neither much taken care of by government, nor many people know about it or visit them. So people simply take shelter there.

I joked about ordering a pizza to the address of some address some ‘so and so ram ki haveli’. Imagine the wonder of the delivery guy to deliver pizza to an actual haveli. I even joked about the body of the actual owner churning inside earth wondering what all people are doing at his home and such.

Manku remarked, at least they are using it. Slum people living in palaces. I liked it.

We then deboarded through massive stairs through daasi mahal to the bank. We had to hop through a wall to find that stair case. Only a local would have known that way. I could have never reached there on my own for sure. The staircases everywhere over here in ancient architecture – I tell you! Super massive crazy huge. I wonder if the people in past were actually that tall or what. We can easily fit in 4-5 normal stairs of ours. Or even if we go minimum, it must be at least three marble blocks – each step. But there they were gigantic slobs of old rocks. I doubt an old man, or a child or even a dog can actually climb up or get down through those stairs.

And then we reached the river bank. A wide beautiful turquoise river welcomed us. By that time, the Sun had already began to get warm. So much so that the pictures were getting silhouetted and it was feeling a little burning upon skin. I was though super happy to finally reach an untouched, offbeat, clean and solitary river bank – with nobody but us. I absolutely love such places where I can be alone with nature.

Manku at first hopped on to the opposite bank – like till middle of the river – till where he could manage through slippery rocks and such. He is but 17. he had so much of energy and had no interest in staying anywhere. He just wanted to hop on, throw rocks through the water surface, keep on walking and reaching the final spot till where he wanted to take me. Initially I loved his energy. But then I realized, he wasn’t interested in stopping anywhere at all. It was getting hotter and hotter. And the place was truly magical and amazing. And because it was my first time there, I wished to stay at various spots – absorb it all in.

Well, he had to join his job by 10 or so. I was well aware why he had to hurry. But I have never been an only destination kind of girl. I love to stop at various spots and feel the journey entirely. The entire path and journey matters to me – regardless at a place, in a trip or even in life. I always value each of the phases.

That’s where our way of exploration varied. He was all about walking on, reaching the final spot and then returning back. But then he is a child. Oh, and his girlfriend was again and again texting him to stay away from me as I am a girl. Ha ha! I told him to tell her that I am but a di to him. Well, kids I tell you.

So ya, he walked 100 feet away from me. Hardly stopped anywhere. Wasn’t much into taking my photographs or videos and such. Was half occupied with his girlfriend throughout the way and hardly interacted. I hate bad company. Though I was super grateful to him to actually take out time and take me somewhere beautiful. But his attitude wasn’t as per my taste. Either I like going on my own or I prefer good company. I had to struggle to keep up, initiate conversations, urge him to click me as I was clicking him and again and again request him to wait at any of the spots. He was throughout like, ‘agey chalo, agey chalo.’

We did reach a splendid spot finally. But it was super hot by that time. Oh, I loved the river there. I also got a thrown kind of rock middle of it. It was truly a splendid place. With river gushing through one side creating a tiny water fall due to the pressure of half the river getting blocked because of the massive rock we were sitting on. And there were spots of shade as well on that rock. I even noticed two new birds. One was black and white with an orange beak and a hint of orange upon its wing. Another was tiny and fluttery and had more shades of white.

Yet, even at that spot that he didn’t let me stay for long. He was like, there is one more spot that I want to take you. He then took me to the other river. That river had hundreds of clothes hanging by the trees on either sides. I was wondering from where did those clothes came. Manku told me that they all had come with the river flow. That no body actually comes and takes a bath there as people are just not aware of it. That it is only people who come for pre-wedding shoot that visit that entire vicinity.

He then wanted to take me back through another way. But I instead wished for a bath in the river. It was too hot and I had actually carried clothes in a bag along with me to be able to bath in the river finally.

Manku wanted me to take a bath in the other river itself but it was too shallow, too covered with webs and clothes on either sides and i wished to bath in Betwa itself. My perfect spot would have been the same massive rock – the second last spot – but it felt a bit risky. We then therefore came back to the middle of final spot and first spot and there somewhere – where the river was quite gentle and also a bit slippery yet totally a soul therapy that I had my first bath in River Betwa.

While bathing I realized that the river wanted me to be gentle with it – same like she was. Gentle, smooth, slow, soft. Like an old woman – rich with wisdom, nurturing, loving caring. Or even like a new born child – super soft, super tender, calm and peaceful.

So I bathed there in the river for some time. Changed by the bank and we both walked back.

As we reached at the crossway between Jahangir fort and Ram temple, Manku parted way to reach back to work in his cafe. I then called uncle with whom I was supposed to visit Ram temple for a personal darshan. But uncle had changed plans and had to visit his in-laws. I was already standing in front of the temple. So I entered in and had my darshan. Post which, I even had my brunch right outside in a shop -alu poori. Oh, and I even found sugar-cane juice at a shop finally. From the temple I had bought a tiny box of maha-prasad. It was besan laddu.

I then returned back to my hotel for it was extremely hot outside and it made no sense to me to sit anywhere else. I could have visited my usual cafe itself which remains quite cool and shady, but I just didn’t wish to be there. Specially because I wasn’t much satisfied with my company in the morning. Back in Pushkar, I was used to having Shree by my side – who has been but a brother to me and used to be so caring, so conversational, so fully devoted. Though equally emotionally turbulent. Yet, He was actually there. Now, I know that it takes time to form a connection. It was but our first and only outing together – Manku and I – I mean. Yet, I don’t know what was missing. It just annoyed me somehow. Despite of a magical, heavenly place he took me to. Despite of his efforts to wake up and take me to a spot on his working day. Still, the time we were together, he wasn’t there hundred percent. The care was missing. Devotion was missing. Presence was divided. I didn’t get it why he was there. But I also understood his energy and temperament was more boyish – to throw rocks, hop around, simply keep on moving – without capturing or absorbing or observing. He is but a kid. And there is a difference of almost two decades between us.

I had decided to rest for an hour or two back at my place. But after that full of meal, yet another bath in my room, getting back to bed – I simply passed out. It was scorching 4 P.M. Sun right upon my face that woke me up. It was so hot that I couldn’t stay on bed. I then decided to live another evening. I was confused between simply going on the terrace and have a sunset there, or visiting the nearby fields and have a sunset there like yesterday or follow my routine and go visit Betwa Ghat and not just sit at my spot but also listen to that baba who chants bhajans and pands from Ramcharitmanas. Betwa and my spot called me.

I walked again till Ghat as there was no one available to drop and pick me today. I sat there for a bit, wrote a poem, later went and made a video of the baba – fully actively listening to him. Today he asked me, ‘beta kuch job wob bhi karte ho ya aise hi bas baithe rehte ho.’ ha ha!

I told him that I am a writer. Job to kuch nahi.

He said, ‘jeete raho, sada anadit raho.’

He basically was expecting some donation most probably. Before leaving, I would give him something.

I am a musician though much appreciate someone listening to me as well from soul.

Maybe he does as well and it was my own conscious which has been wishing to give him something each day, yet I haven’t as yet. I don’t know.

Oh, two things. One, my tripod got broken last evening in the field because of a twig or a rock or because of falling down. I don’t know. But one of its flaps had got lose and today while shooting that baba that it actually broke down – taking my phone as well for a fall. My phone actually fell down twice today but thankfully it is quite strong. But aah, my tripod got broken down. I would have to buy a new phone – so much dependent I have become upon it – to capture me at all these places. I don’t know how I used to travel without it earlier.

Oh, and remember how i had lost my favorite clutch, Well, I found it. It was in my uke bag again. I legit kissed it. Yesterday I lost two things and then found them again – magically.

Oh, and I woke up to a random orgasm this evening which was insanely crazy to me. Why is it happening? Such dreams or such bodily functions – that too while sleeping. Here I wonder that I don’t have a normal life. Who knows what all I live in other dimensions - without even being aware of it.

Oh, last night my hotel people made gajar halwa and gave it to me. It wasn’t like home but the gesture mattered. I was really grateful. Back in Himachal or Pushkar, that’s what I used to miss the most – these subtle gestures. And here, I feel so at home. Everyday I have ghar ka khana. And genuine care of these people. They seem like family to me. Though I don’t really like the word ‘family’. Yet. The care is genuine. So is these tiny gestures that show their acceptance, concern and efforts.

We have spent 10 days together my love. I am also considering going to Ujjain. But ya, it would be super crowded. Orchha has been nothing but lovely so far. And the fact that it keeps on opening newer and better places each day is really a gift to me soul.

Let’s see! I am still not decided.

But ya, ghat can be reduced I guess. At least sitting close to the baba. I can simply enjoy his music and feel the pious vibes of his chanting in air from my own spot which also offers the flow of river and shade of a tree. Oh, Even Dobby came to meet me today. She with her pointed ears. She actually relaxed by me after kissing and getting her caress. As if she recognized the love in me for her. It was the most soul touching moment of the evening. And that I observed yet another flying vulture.

Alright my love! Catch you tomorrow.

Loads of love!

Mmmmuah!

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 February 11^th, 2026

Hello 7 P.M. Dot on time! How are you? Today everything is set up in advance – Have taken a long hot shower, freshly washed locks – all combed and taken care of, fragrance of my essential oils’ infused serum filling the air, lights set, in super clean clothes and on the never used side of the bed – so that too is super clean!

Well, had time today. Didn’t go anywhere.

Today was a day about doing nothing.

Aah! Why do these fairy lights suddenly flicker randomly.

Can it be this laptop causing issues or is it some power issue! Who knows? Can also be because of lose plug. Let me set it up! All right! Aah! My stable lights have suddenly become all trippy. They are boggling my mind. How would I write like this! Not done lights! Why like this?

Today, I even removed extra facial hair! God! That’s such a huge issue in my life! And as I am growing up they are growing more and more stubborn! They always were there right from my childhood. Possible because of some hormonal issue. Than I had cysts in my ovary. Sounds like a disease. Well there is a proper name for it that I am forgetting right now. I got hormonal treatment back in my teenage. That made my periods regular but resulted both in a little obesity back then and a lot much thick growth of facial hair. Workouts and such helped in keeping my weight in check. But these hair – they kept on becoming bigger and bigger nuisance. In college days I even got a laser treatment done upon my face. But within two three years they came back again – even more thicker and wider.

I have tried everything. Threading, waxing, shaving, plucking. Nothing works decently.

Shaving leaves the skin so rough. And waxing once burnt my face. And it even causes red blisters upon my face for at least two three days, by then new hair pop up. Threading can be an option but it is not practical to visit a parlor every two three days. And I am one such person who only goes annually or some times once in few years. Plucking remains my only option. For years it worked fine. But for past two years – maybe because of excessive stress that my skin’s pores have all opened up which makes the growth or undergrowth hair pop out all the more. And it is seriously tedious and painful to hand pluck each of these hair strands from my face. If I don’t do it, then too it looks so ugly. If I do it, it is so time taking and still leaves random red bumps upon my skin. And never that I get a hair less clear face until I shave. Which I don’t until it is an emergency. Like I can’t find my plucker or am in a hurry. But then the skin stays rough for many days and it takes a week or more to get back that softness. Well, today I deep plucked for I had time.

Maybe my hormones are changing a lot in past one year or so. I wish everything gets normal rather better. Would love to be more feminine and healthily so. But life makes me be my own masculine and as such I hardly have anyone to depend upon in a feminine way.

Why am I talking about these random thing and why I didn’t go out today - you ask? Well, one, I had really exhausted myself yesterday. Had walked excessively. And more than that, my entire skin was burning up.

I don’t say it lightly when I say that I am allergic to Sun. I really am. Maybe the long bath in river under Sun, or the long walk before that in late morning Sun, or the exposure to evening 33 degrees Sun upon my bed while I was sleeping or I don’t know what caused it! But my entire skin is burning up ever since yesterday. Today, I wanted to help it heal.

Sometimes, I wonder, what sort of a traveler am I! I can’t handle both dust and Sun – and both are such crucial part and parcel of travelling -at least the rugged travels I usually go for and specially in India. The moment you step out – both Sun and dust would always be there.

I could have met you in cleaner and purer weather of Old Manali or even Kashmir. Yet I came here. Well, back in Delhi, I just wasn’t in a mood for extremity. I though Orchha would be comfy and warmer. It is comfy. No doubt about that. But it can get really hot. Imagine I had stepped out in morning yesterday. Still I came back all burnt.

Also, both my biceps are weirdly paining today. As if someone injected both my biceps or something. Weird know. But they are paining. Today I was feeling as if it was difficult to raise my own arms. Lol. Well, not getting old. Yet, sometimes I get these truly rare and weird things that even I can’t understand or have reasons for.

All in all, I wasn’t in a mood to go out. Specially after sleeping super late. Getting up even more late. Somewhere around 12:30 or so. The outside Sun and heat were of course not at all helping to convince me to be anywhere outside. So I stayed in my comfy room after having brunch and having a smoke on rooftop. And today I didn’t even wish to work upon content or do anything.

I was like, part of the reason for me to step out was also to rest on certain days without judgements! Why should I feel this pressure to everyday go out and do something? Some days should be just meant for rest. Today was one such day. And I was glad I could afford it.

My arm though is still paining. Even to pick up this glass of coffee. By the way, this too I prepared in advanced today – to share with you. Here, have a sip! Cheers!

Each day I play instrumental music of hand drums in our background. There is a guy who has recorded and uploaded numerous videos with various foreigners in forest settings with birds chirping in the background and he playing hand drums with various other women or men in various videos. It’s healing and some how helps me connect with you better.

Today apart from normal birds, even woodpeckers came to my portico to have namkeen, left over puris. And even a squirrel now frequents over here and nibbles the food kept for birds. It’s super cute to see her nibbling with her tiny little arms and paws.

This evening I went all the way to the topmost rooftop of my hotel. You know the rooftop of even the staircase that takes one to the terrace. I had to use iron staircase to climb upon it. But the view. I had 360 degree view of entire Orchha. It was nice. Pink sky, red Sun. I saw the sunset from there.

Right now I am dressed in a white spaghetti and gray shorts. It has got hot enough in Orchha to not really need these thick mattresses. I should even bath with cold water as such. But that I can’t do. Until its a river or a natural source, I love hot showers. Got into this habit ever since Bangalore. Yet, last year in Delhi, after years that I was at home during summers. And summers are as intense in Delhi as winters. The water naturally used to come warm of even hot. So I finally stopped using geyser. Anywhere else though, I prefer the water to at least be luke-warm and preferably hot whenever I take a bath.

But in rivers, I of course have no choice. Then I absolutely love the chill that rivers give to my body. But there the excitement of merging with Jal is another level. I then forget all comforts or preferabilities and such and simply dive into the experience.

Tomorrow, that musician from a nearby village – ‘Kanakpur’ who had seen me next to baba at Ghat; has planned with me to come here early morning and go along with me to the wildlife century that I had been saving up to go along with someone. We would explore and even jam somewhere. At least till now that’s the plan. But ya, depends upon him coming and I getting up.

Ideally, I had decided to visit that century today, i.e. on 11^th. Ideally, I should have left Orchha by 12^th for Khajuraho. Ideally I would love to have 14^th February in Panna wildlife century – bathing in Pandav falls. Ideally, I would also love to magically reach Ujjain or Omkareshwar by 15^th and have Mahashivratri over there. But not all are possible. Rather, right now I have absolutely no idea about what exactly would I do and when.

So ya, tomorrow that century thing can happen. I am dreading the heat but excited to visit the one side still left in Orchha and also to jam. You know how much I love music.

Earlier I was looking forward to reconnect with my friend in Khajuraho but I don’t know. One, after going till the river with Manku last morning; I realized how bad company can make the most beautiful of places – also bitter. So I must be extra cautious about who I spend my time with. Secondly, the guy only casually texted me and showed zero efforts in being as interested in reconnecting. Also, though he had taken me to super magical places 9 years ago, but things were a bit physical as well back then. I won’t want him to treat me the same way. I am not ready for anything casual. I would want efforts. Real genuine company. Authenticity. And companionship to actually spend time with him. Right now, none of that is there. He didn’t even bother to take my number or interact a bit more with me. I for sure can’t fall for half-hearted efforts. I want efforts and genuine love or friendship.

Though I also noticed that in past 9 years it is only him who texted me at various times at least once each year. And I hardly responded to him with warmth. I don’t really know why? May be because I was too taken by my own life. Or maybe because I remembered him as a casual connection. And it was him only who had texted me for five six years even before our meeting back in 2018 as well. Weird messages. ‘Hot pic’ and such. But yeah! It is only him who had mostly texted me. So ya, quite possible that he too has grown mature and have got self respect and dignity. But I don’t know. The only time we met in this cafe in this trip – there were so many around us. We hardly got time to interact one to one. And he didn’t put in any efforts even then to actually talk in person with me or later on. It is what it is. So ya, so far, I can’t really count upon him or wait for him. Though I do know back of my mind that at any given time if I would feel like making a massive change in my trip I can simply text him and he would immediately come pick me up the same day and I would find myself at another beautiful location like Khajuraho and with company of someone from 2017-2018 when I had a dream like life! But ya, I would rather let life unfold on its own and on its own time then to force anything into existence. And I for sure, don’t know the cost as yet of that change. Can’t risk my time, energy, emotions, heart with anything reckless.

I for sure connect with people at way deeper level than they ever understand. And therefore it impacts me all the more whatever happens or doesn’t happen. So I must be responsible for myself.

Aah! My hair are almost dried. They feel curly and bouncy as I didn’t condition them today. I like them a bit fluffy.

Hey my dear seven heaven; do you know, you are the only one with whom I would actually share a valentine’s day! How well placed you are in the entire trajectory of my dates with time. Also to have Mahashivratri during our dates. Mahadev is the biggest epitome of Time. I have been dating Time for past 12 years. With our dates, I would complete an entire man made cycle of time. Also, Would complete this 12 year cycle of ascension, connection, with both numbers and time.

It’s not a completion I know. It’s an integration.

Still, for me, it would complete a ritual to which I used to contribute to – each year – with as much dedication, love, efforts, and honesty. Thank you dear time for accompanying me. For being with me. For helping me understand myself better. For helping me heal so much. You remained an active listener, an invisible presence, a solid shoulder, a hand, a blank canvas, a diary, a lover, a beloved, a calendar, a time piece, a bottle of time capsules! Through you I evolved so much. I really don’t know how to thank you enough.

And we would be having Mahashivratri right in our last book of the entire series. Isn’t it incredible dear 7. a day when Mahadev got one with Shakti. Both are energies that I connect the most with.

Would you believe, on one mahashivratri back in Pushkar, when I had participated in a massive nagar parikrama as a ritual over there where all of us walk for many kilometers connecting all major temples in the circumference of Pushkar and chant bhajans and do satsangs at all of those places; well, so energized and in flow was I with the ritual that part of my heart was actually waiting to find Mahadev to be married with by the end of the night or so. Like I was waiting for some miracle or something and was actually exhausted physically and disappointed emotionally when I reached the second last temple and it was morning and I had still not find my miracle. Sometimes I can be really silly.

Well, this year. I am in a split. One I have just been in a very different kind of energy that has grown way beyond all rituals. Though I had really dived deep into even religion back in Pushkar in 2021 and ever since. Then by 2024-25 that I decided to grow beyond it. And now, I just don’t feel like doing any or all rituals. Not like I am away from God or my connection has detoriated or anything. I don’t know why but I have simply lost interest from most of the things that I actually used to enjoy earlier. May it be religious rituals or even life activities. Including travel for that matter.

Have left most of my connections, friendships, relationships, rituals, hobbies, places, people. I have reached some level of zero and I don’t know why and how but that’s the only thing that makes sense right now. And even I wonder at times... when I look around – people being so successful. Utilizing their life. And I am well educated. Crazy talented. Yet so many things don’t make sense to me when it comes to society. Double faced people, lying, ditching, politics, bitching... as if I am living in the same world but I have become invisible. I just feel as if I am living in another dimension. There are times when my heart compares as well. Specially when I go back home and I get into peer pressure. So I avoid even that now. For deep in I know that my journey is different. I realized it that hard way.

Still sometimes I lose hope. Yet often times I also feel special. Not anymore though.

These months I feel as if I am living in zero.

Though being with you, in this trip, I am discovering magic in ordinary life – for it is not ordinary for me. These fields, these birds and animals, these ancient architectures, these rivers and trees and plants – so much that is new for me. Or maybe I have finally begun to notice more of my ordinary. And somehow I am finding magic in it.

Somehow I have long passed over the pressure to become someone, do something. That used to impact me a lot at times. But I don’t know. Have written so much. Done so much. Nothing seems of any value any more. If divine is meant to utilize my talent, I would get the right platform. If not, I am fine with this zero. For how does anything matters. The biggest of heroes also died.

When I look around these days, I notice such trivial details. Like there were two ladies making puris right outside the main Ram temple. There was a guy chanting bhajans sitting in the middle of the main veranda. And I was wondering the mindset or life of those two ladies – patiently rolling and making puris while being in the pristine vibes of the temple. Hundreds of devotees were coming and going. Yet those ladies were only focused upon their puris. I wondered were they satisfied with their life? They must be – for they knew what they had to do. And in that moment – they were totally occupied and focused just in their puris. I don’t know if they actually heard those bhajans or not. Or if they were grateful to be in the temple vibes or not. Yet, to me they seemed lucky and totally in the moment.

Even the babaji who sings by the rivers seems to be blessed to me. He has a stable platform where each day he sits with an umbrella even on his head. He fixes up his sound system and while looking at the peaceful river Betwa that he sings the holy scripture like Ramcharitmanas. And people on their own come and give him whatever they feel like and then he gives them blessings.

When I sit at my spot by the river, I wonder, I can actually sit there itself for hours maybe. Doing what – I don’t know. But it gives me some kind of peace.

And when I look at these laborers each day working so hard upon constructing these buildings around, I wonder about their life. So much of dust, sun, hard work. Yet they seem happy. At least they know what they need to do each day. They come with routine, change into their work clothes. Keep on building at times with music or something. And later by evening, that they change again and then most probably they bath, cook or even party at night. Who knows. I do hear random shitty music from places around. As long as they are happy.

I feel happy for everyone who knows what they must do in life.

I really don’t know what is it that I am born to do.

I have written more than 30 books in total. So many that I published on my own. That hardly paid me. Rather they still make money for random plagiarists in the words who sell their pirated versions. Amazon pays me 1 or 2 rupees for each book read. How shitty is that.

And then there are those unpublished books as well. That now I have lost even my desire to get published as well. For years I tried. Now I am absolutely detached.

I had dreams of selling my songs as well to heal the world. Now I judge my talent. When I listen to so many talented musicians, I realize that I stand nowhere in front of them. Well, as such there is no comparison.

But I just don’t know the purpose of my life.

Chasing material things had never ever been my purpose. I always believed that it would all come to me. I had always been about creation. But now, even interest from that seems to be dissuading. Past entire year, I invested so much of time in not just processing my thoughts but also somehow compiling my works and such. Realized so much was gone, erased from internet or from diaries, from my own home or from memories! Everything now seems useless.

I too would be erased one day. Won’t even exist. What’s the point of chasing anyone or anything.

The only thing that makes sense now is to live each moment. To be happy in the ordinary. To simply be.

For fame, power, money, life – anything and everything is but temporary.

And so, I have reached some weird level of zero. And have lost interest from almost everything.

Have no dreams or desires left.

I am just going on. Somehow trying to make sense of my life. Somehow still bathing, and cleaning and dressing up and trying to find joy in life. But as such, I feel meh about most of the things in all honesty. Not much changes inside despite of beauty or filth.

Still, I am also fussy about being clean and being in a clean setting.

That’s the only thing left.

And very few attachments. More like love.

Like the love for my cat Epona. Whom I really miss today.

Alright my love. The day I didn’t do anything has become the most chatty day somehow.

Catch you tomorrow.

Loads of love!

Mmmuah!

......

 Feb 12^th, 2026

Hey my love, my dear 7 P.M.

Welcome to my world! I am feeling as if it is only now that I have got a breath of relief. A feeling of peace. The entire day was pretty chaotic yet filled with life. Somehow I got a headache. But yeah, loads of cute and super beautiful moments as well.

Well, I met a super cute and super intelligent guy today. And guess what, even his name is Mayank. I can’t move on from one Mayank and now universe is sending me a line of Mayanks. Each one a unique breed of his own. Ha ha!

Well, this one is an art conservative. He works for government over here – trying to conserve ancient art in all these ancient temples and palaces around. Remember I told you that I had found a team of people trying to conserve art in Lakshmi temple. Well, he is the project manager of it all.

And guess what, he is from my Himachal. He is from Dharmshala. And he is super adorable. Handsome and full of intelligence. It was super amazing to interact with him. And he for sure had a great energy to him. He was a bit occupied throughout later on. But we will get to that. It was with him that I had today’s best moments.

I don’t even know how to contain the entirety of my day. So much I interacted with so many and all around. As if I was living and communicating for past two three days or so. Also, now that I have made up my mind to move on from Orchha soon, that I wanted to live it more. Or somehow be more outside. Or maybe it is Orchha trying to stop me with such moments or at least bless me with my destined places and moments. Whatever be the case, today was full of interactions. Even spent hours in my usual cafe which is by the main road and therefore has all road’s noise. My head is splitting in two right now. Would try to do justice to us still.

O.K. should I tell you about today or yesterday. Can’t even make up my mind.

I will go throughout for it surely includes so many interactions and necessary pieces of information that may or may not impact rest of our dates. I would include it all just to be sure that my journey is getting registered somehow for I hardly clicked today or even recorded or sketched or painted or wrote much.

Alright then! Last night, after dinner, the owner over here introduced me to another guest. Who is a doctor. With them both that I had a long conversation about Orchha, this guest house, difference in life between Delhi and Village like this, ancient architecture, my experiences so far, my writings and art, constellations that the doctor’s daughters were astonished by, the baby goat that had overwhelmed me, the fact that people here have their home grown wheat and even spices, about birds that visit here. The doctor even wanted his daughters to be introduced to me this morning. I blushed a bit hearing that he wanted his daughters to be like me. I don’t know, any such moments make me question my life and credibility. I seriously don’t understand what amazes people. For each and every kind of life or path of life has its own pros and cons. Yet, I am sure, from outside it all seems inspiring and astonishing for similar had been my experience today for other people who instead inspired me.

Wait, let me check my diary. I am wondering if I kept it back in my bag or not after the cafe. Just give me a minute.

Alright! Thankfully it is still there. I even did a lot of shopping today. My bag is chocked with stuff. Well, we will get to that.

So anyway, late at night, my friend from Khajuraho finally texted and even called me. Probably he was a bit drunk. Would you believe, he proposed me for marriage. Crazy! I had to politely deny that. Well, he was willing to do anything, get anywhere, take me anywhere. Again and again he was like, all he wanted was for me to be happy. I was touched. But also a bit concerned to not hurt him. I was totally honest with him. That I have no intentions of getting married as such in my life. That I was honored that he considered me worth being his partner but the max I could offer him was companionship. He then called. Shared so much about his life. We even came up with a plan. To go to Pandav falls on 14^th. And then he was willing to go wherever that I wanted to go. May it be in Khajuraho or even Ujjain if I really wished so.

I though didn’t want him to suffer because of my wish. Was also considering the fact that Ujjain would not only be a super long drive for him but would also be super crowded. And Mahadev is everywhere. I need not go somewhere specially to find him. That it would be rather amazing to have mahashivratri even in Khajuraho.

Well, all that was going on in my head. I was rather ready and even excited to join him by 14^th. Even my tarot card reading had forcasted that someone special for my life or someone significant would enter my life specially from 13^th. I did ask him to come on 13^th instead, but he had work and could only ensure 14^th.

I have been feeling from my soul to anyhow reach Pandav falls on 14^th for valentine’s day. For who is more special to me than Jal itself. I would be in the middle of a forest with a waterfall – free to bath, to swim to be one with my Jal.

So ya, all that was being planned. But later part of the night, way later after our call, that he texted again finding me awake. Then it became a bit dramatic. That’s when all that clarity had to happen about proposal and where I stand in my life. He mentioned something over dramatic like he was a shooting star and would die just to make someone’s life bright and stuff. I found it all a bit cringe and dramatic and reconsidered my plan. For I don’t think I can take him to be a partner or give back what he expects – a stable partnership. I do feel love for him. More of someone familiar. Someone own. Not like a partner. Not even casual. Just pure love. Friendship, companionship, fellow traveler kind. We do have a history of exploring magical places. We even were slightly intimate years ago. Connections don’t dissuade. Well, it was never like a partner. Yet, it was something. I respect and feel fondly for him. But that’s about him. Also, I really don’t think I would ever be ready for marriage in my life.

And so, I was like, am I really ready for all these heavy things right now? I don’t think I want drama in my life. I would appreciate company, someone passionate about exploring places, someone I can learn from, be with... not really deep emotional or specially relationship stuff!

I was in a dillemna.

Oh, ya, the guy who was supposed to come from the Kanaktal or whatever the name of the city is, ditched me last night. He had a working day. I don’t know why he made plans initially. But ya, I therefore though had slept and stayed awake and regulated my day accordingly; still couldn’t cover the sanctuary.

Well, at around 4:30 A.M. that some new random stranger texted me on Facebook. Claiming that he had a riding company and that he often visited Orchha, etc, etc... I was just not in a mood to interact with a stranger at that point of time. So, I politely told him good luck for his work and that I would catch up with him at some other time. He was from Lucknow.

Well, I stayed awake till 6:50/7 wondering if I should go to the sanctuary on my own or not... I wasn’t sure about anything. And then, I set up my alarm to not waste another day and finally passed out. I did wake up on time. By 9:30 or so. Yet, wasn’t sure what exactly to do with my day. I thought to pack up my canvas and stuff and go to a new cafe today.

But before that while having my morning coffee in the portico that I asked universe for some guidance. And I don’t know how or what made me search for places to explore in M.P... But that’s when I got astonished. My soul got hooked to a hill station called Panchmari which had amazing waterfalls and hill tops. And even a 100 year old cave at some Bhanubeta named place. Not sure. Another waterfall somewhere else. I was astonished and the traveler in me suddenly felt awake.

I then texted that Lucknow guy on my own to get his guidance. And it was then that we both interacted. He was well educated, had been into travelling business for few years. Was more into organizing rides and such around. He had recently been to North east as well. Conversing with him was so smooth and truly enriching. I felt great to communicate with him. He was even willing to come join me for Panchmari at least. Once I was done with Khajuraho. He appreciated all my arts and travels and loved my passion for travel. And somehow, at that moment I felt alive. For my heart and soul were buzzing with a strange thirst for new places – places that I had simply read the names of on the screen. With his help that I could further understand where it would be wise to go and where not and such.

I suddenly felt as if there was so much to do, so much to explore... the remaining month seemed so less a time to do so much. I was like, why did I stay on in Orchha. Haven’t I made it my comfort zone again! Even a tarot card reading confirmed by saying that I must now get out of my cave and such. That too much of time had been invested in this hermit mode. That it was time to step out and live life.

I was rather in a more philosophical mind set as well. I was wondering that same like this trip, I have more or less spent half of my life on my own. That I must extend myself. Do more. How I had dreams of seeing the entire world once. How I thrived upon various experiences. What went wrong? I even visited my past years. What all traumas impacted me how. I blamed a few people and experiences in my life. And then was rather happy to finally connect with the travel bug in me. And it got all the more fueled because of that Lucknow guy.

I then understood that half my trip was more to move on from my long stagnation at home. And now that almost two weeks have passed. Rather on 14^th exactly after two weeks, or two sevens that I would be moving on.. .more in touch with my self. More with mystical wanderer energy.

That I did nothing wrong even when being in Orchha. I actually loved my stay here.

And exactly at that time that two parakeets and a humming bird in my portico further confirmed my thoughts. I felt blessed and lucky to be here.

I realized that it is not just this month that I have in my hand. That if I would feel like it, I can keep on exploring. Yet I am not a tourist. That whatever would come to me, whichever place would call me to its lap, that would be my destiny. That would be destined for our dates. And not just in this month but even over all in my life- I need not be hasty or feel any kind of FOMO. That I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I than looked at all these birds and realized that even back in my last trip, I was thinking that Munsiyari was a bit stagnating for there was often raining outside and I spent most of my days looking at clouds and birds and painting. Yet they were the most healing, the most therapeutic and the most magical days of my trip. So ya, I am where I am meant to be. And I felt rather grateful for that half an hour of coffee for getting so many insights at once. I even thanked that guy from Lucknow for his help and guidance. And I for sure felt thankful to the universe for guiding me so well.

As I was making up my mind to take a bath and then proceed with the day that I got a call from my hotel’s manager.

My guest house people had pre-prepared my breakfast and kept it on table outside. I don’t know why but that made me furious. Like I even heat up my breakfast on my own when they are not available. I felt as if they treated me like work. I even said it out and they all apologized. I was touched. I don’t know ever since I have come here to Orchha, all I have been feeling is a massive empathy and love for everyone. People are simply so caring around, so smiling and happy. And you won’t believe, when I smile back to them even outside, they all ask me – why are you so happy. I be like, I am just smiling back because you are smiling. They don’t realize that it is them who are happy and they make me happy as well.

Well, anyway, the tea was cold and therefore bitter. And that had made my mood a bit off. But downstairs, just before leaving that I met with new guests from Mumbai. An uncle and two ladies who were all seniors. They asked for my guidance. I made a map of places they could visit around for them. The manager than (truly a sweet boy) dropped me till the cafe. On the way he apologized again and that touched me. I told him that I feel as if he is my brother or cousin and feel but love and therefore had accepted to cold food today. He said that it won’t be repeated. I was like, it’s fine. Everyday you give me hot and amazing breakfast. It’s alright.

And just like that, everything got clear. And my mood too uplifted.

On the way I told him about my possible plans and such.

He was so humble and respectful like always. And also called me family again as I left.

I did hop on to the cafe beside – a new place that I had been meaning to check out. But it was all closed. Rather I found a fat monkey in the inner chamber. I quickly came down and had no option but to go the usual cafe.

I sat on a new table today. The one more towards the road. My usual seat was taken by other people. This one though was more noise because of road. I was still taken by heat, a little bit of residual anger, the fact that I rather wanted to sit in some new cafe today, remembrance of how Manku had behaved that day, or even how the owner there had taken the liberty ever since my friend’s visit (who is also his friend) to sit by my side and blow smoke right on my face... I don’t know, wasn’t really feeling like being there. Though last time, so many people had been super nice to me right there. But ya, I wanted to be somewhere else today. Well, it was sunny outside and I had no other option.

As I was sitting there that Manku introduced me to another guy (handsome, curly headed, working upon his laptop, we had shared eye contact an earlier time as well during my first visit and he had seemed interested). Mayank needed a lighter and introduced himself to me. I asked him to take a seat and then we interacted for next one or two hours. I don’t know. He told me about his work, his life, his passion for art, the fact that he was a post graduate in anthropology, that he was taking care of conserving art pieces around... we shared our art works.. . had such nice, intellectual conversation. I learned so much from him. He seemed not just educated, but also experienced and someone really nice! I just liked his vibe.

Topics we discussed involved numerous '...logies'... like anthropology, geology, etc. Etc.

He told me about an Italian way of art called Fresca. He had such scientific knowledge about chemical compounding of all these paints. He was the first one who told me that he could make natural paints made out of rocks and even the perfect medium to use them on for me. The paints are made up by churning rocks – both in Jaipur and here around. The medium to paint it on can both be tiles or even hand made sheets gummed together and later coated with ceramic or something. Not sure. Don’t remember the exact terms or process now. There was just too much information, too many heavy words... and I was trying to absorb it all while connecting with him in person. Over all it was an amazing conversation and totally made my day.

Well, he had to go join his work force back in Lakshmi temple. He had invited me as well to join him there where he was supposed to tell me more about art work there. You do know how fascinated I was the last time I had visited that temple. But it was still sunny and I had half a glass of lassi still left. And I just knew that it was better for me to sit there itself for a bit. He left and I told him that I would join him a bit later.

I wrote one poem getting all inspired by his life and him.

And then both Manku and the owner came to interact with me.

The owner kind of bored me yet I know that he means well and is a nice person. Just that, he lacks basic manners at times or can be boring in conversation. Yet, he always ensures to make me feel welcome. Has a good heart. He is the first one to offer me tea on his own and had even invited me to go with him to a random wedding. Lol. So ya, I mean I know he is a good person. But I just prefer it from a distance. But I know that he means well. He does the best he can.

After both Manku and he tried to convince me to stay on in Orchha itself, even trying to tempt me with some Holi plans at river side and what not... later another partner of the owner came. He came to actually interact with me in person for the first time, so I had to give him time. I think the biggest problem was the noise coming from the road below. And they were all sitting on the table across. So we had to be louder than required and keep our senses active till a certain proximity that required us to talk louder and listen louder and all that tired me.

Just the other day, I was feeling like reaching a place and simply shout or like sing out loud. And there it was – I had to legit speak at way higher a volume that is normal for me. And all that caused headache for me.

Initially that guy spoke about random things like how humans can get primitive when drunk specially at secluded foresty places like sanctuary or at night time and such and that it was rather better for me as an outside woman to stay off from such places and timings. Like for a minute it would have seemed like a fair warning or a well intentioned share, but he was going on and on about the same and then I had to cut him short and tell him that he need not fill my mind with all that. That I already know where not to be and when not to be out. And that drunk people only do what’s in their heart even when they are not drunk and that despite hoe drunk or intoxicated a person gets, he still deep in knows what is right or what is wrong. For a drunk person would never sleep with his mother or would do something wrong for himself. That people only make excuse of themselves being drunk.

We then shifted to topics like land cost, labor cost, development around and such... I got an idea about so many things. Like even the hotel owner’s son had told me that land around costs around 1800 rs. Per square feet. The cafe guy told me that his cafe’s size was around 2000 square feet. And that minimum it would cost me around 1500 per square feet. And labor cost around is around 700-800 rs. For a man for a day and 400 rs. For a woman for a day.

I got a rough idea about setting up a guest house or a house here right from scratch.

He then also shared his favorite babaji’s ashram around. About his faith and religious interests. And that brought out his calmer side.

Well, an hour or so over all and a second lassi later... and in my mind actually comparing the amazing conversation I had with Mayank at first and then the noisy conversations with others after that; I decided to join him back in the temple.

I don’t know why. I hardly call back or visit back, or tag along. I usually wait for the guy to call me back, urge me to join and such. But today, I was in a different energy all together. I was in the driver seat of my life or interactions. And though the traffic did bother me, yet it taught me and then I decided to again direct it’s course.

I then took a walk from the cafe till Lakshmi temple and on the way went on a shopping spree. Bought so many things. Two rings, a new clutchur, a tiny pouch, finally new slippers, two new gel pens later that I reached Lakshmi temple again.

Mayank was busy on his laptop and with his fellow workers. I let him be. Had ensured to take a tiny milk shake for us both. He liked it and I liked that. When he got free that he showed me around. The paintings, the textures, the technique, their work. How they clean those art pieces with enamels. How they bring back the original textures that were rather repainted by other generations. How they smoothen up the corroded textures. How they try to do justice to original.

He shared a lot about chemical compounding again. How no matter how much they try to match up a certain shade, yet it would still not be the same. As same like oil colors that all these colors continue getting into some kind of chemical reaction with air, oxidization and stuff and all that changes their shade. That my favorite paintings that contained black color were not originally black but were maroon which got oxidized or something and the lime turned into black or something. Well a lot was shared. I got some, some I couldn’t.

W then walked to the upper floor. Last time I had simply missed the middle building that actually went on till three floors. With him I climbed upon steep and high spiral stairs – as if climbing upon some other timeline. We reached the topmost round room of it which had nothing but bats. The windows were closed. But it felt like an achievement. I was feeling as if Goddess Lakshmi had invited me again to her abode. And I was feeling rather lucky to be there. To feel those paintings a bit better. To be in the temple’s vibe. And to finally have a nice companion who was as good looking, as he was witty and was so cute and genuinely a nice company.

We took a stroll and he told me that he had to go to pack up. I told him that I would rather be upstairs while he got done. And all this while that he was humming a song. I urged him to record it with me later on.

Well, he retuned back with in a minute saying that his phone was out of battery. We then sang the song thrice to somehow get the perfect recording. Well, as we came down, his fellow workers were throughout with him talking and talking and talking.

I too chance met the morning guests I had guided in the hotel who were done with Jahangir fort and Raj mahal and had reached even Lakshmi temple the same day. Kudos to them. Well, they even offered to drop me back. But I had planned with Mayank to join him till a printing shop where he had to get few flexes and I decided to finally get brochures of my Tarot reading sessions to alongside also earn while travelling. Like, Until I won’t market what I do, how would people utilize it.

Right at the exit that we met with two more uncles who mistook me to be some other girl who was into art conservation a few months back. And then fifteen more minutes went by in random discussion about temples and art. I kind of zoned out middle of it.

Mayank, I and his fellow guys – we all came out together. Though we should have directly moved on to the printing shop but we decided to stop by for a cup of tea. Something in me can never say No to a tea somehow. Also, it was evening time.

Well, there went half an hour more. The other guys were talking on and on about limestones and there experiences with other team members of their at other sites of them. I heard absolutely nothing there. I did interact with the tea lady about some girly stuff like green bangles and her hair cut that she had got from the same parlor that even I had visited the other day. She called it Butter cut. Ha ha! That was adorable. She meant butterfly cut or layered cut. Oh, and I even fed a dog and a cow. It was the first time that a cow on her own came to me. She totally seemed like a goddess to me. My heart was overwhelmed and I was immensely grateful for her to eat the few biscuits I had in my hands. Oh, that was truly a heart touching moment for me. Generally, I approach cows when I feel love for them. And then too I am never sure if they would want to be caressed or not. But she not only came on her own demanding the biscuits I was feeding that dog but also was super comfortable with my caress. It was all too adorable.

We all then took our cups of tea and then did join me to my favorite spot – outside temple yet a bit far off from the road and shops... but they kept on talking and talking and talking about things I had no idea about. Raw material, gossips, lime, stone, paints, cost, work, etc, etc,. I was fully zoned out. Was rather wondering to rather be by Betwa’s bank and what exactly was I doing there. Mayank was in between talking with me in english telling how tired he was and that all that was his everyday, yet he was keeping everyone occupied and listening and conversing rather interested. I wasn’t sure if he had to necessarily be there with them all or if had a choice.

I then noticed in his expression that he was rather impatient, so I finished my tea hurriedly to finally move on. But just then two more of his friends called him and joined right outside the temple. He again wished to form a group and wanted me to join as well. I noticed the time. It was quarter to six. I then told him to get the print outs for me. That I would pick them up tomorrow. And then I decided to take a walk back home.

He did call me the moment I reached back. He wanted to take me out for dinner after our date. Possibly, he must have called me as well. And today is the day when we had out first one and half hour long date. Rather five minutes even more than that. Who knows if he called or not. I am grateful to have met him. But I can’t let even him to treat me for granted.

And now is anyway our time. I doubt I would like to step out at night.

I have had my share of conversations and people. I am exhausted. Well, he did plan with me to take me to the sanctuary tomorrow. On foot or on cycles. Well, who knows. Let’s see.

Now I am also not sure about my Khajuraho friend. For I have been super clear to me to not expect anything out of me but companionship. Neither want anything casual, nor permanent. Well, who knows where he is at exactly in his life. I would love to have his company. But not with drama. And definitely not at the cost of hurting either him or me. It should be mutually explorative. More like traveling companions. Or friends finally meeting up again by destiny.

For now, that’s where I am. With a lot of interest and passion for so many places. Having interacted with so many people. Having inspired many and being inspired by many.

Still in the same room. Here with you.

Love you my dear seven! I don’t know how you are unlayering me each day. How each day were adding yet another layer of beautiful pattern and color. But together that we are creating a heaven.

Both outside and inside.

And here, my artistic side is being super supported. Rather guided. Also the historian in me. As if centuries themselves are blessing me. So is mythology. So is divinity. So are the people around.

The traveler is excited. The nature lover is composed and is having her fill. The artist is being guided and celebrated. The musician is breathing and still trying to find herself still planning... but still...

Thank you love. Truly. Soulfully. For everything!

Loads of Love!

Mmmmuah!

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