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!

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