Many months ago, I was fantasized by going for a trek. I would spend hours on end, dreaming about walking in the mountains, carrying my own tent, sleeping bag, etc. Hem has narrated to me so many of his experiences that I couldn't stop dreaming about going for a trek myself. So, Hem and me decided to go for a trek.

I'm not going to go into the details about the trek. For that, read what I've written here. I'm going to just speak about what went through my mind.

Some how, walking in the hills gave me this feeling of quietness that I struggle to achieve in Chennai, or Mumbai, or anywhere else I've been. We would spend eight hours a day, walking with a rucksack (that feels four times as heavy), having not had breakfast or lunch. It would be exhausting, and draining - both mentally and physically. But, it gave me a sense of happiness that I can only yearn for in Chennai.

What is it with beauty? Why does it make one so happy? Is this the answer to what we are searching for in life? Are we searching for beauty, that our mind translates into happiness? What is beauty? Is it only found in spectacular sunrises and scenery? Why can't we see a beauty in a sewer?

What the trek really did was that it gave me a lot of time to myself. I had no distractions. No computer that always tempts me, no television (my greatest enemy at home), no professors, no dual degree project. It was just me.

There are so many unanswered questions. I guess I've to go for one more trek, to figure out some more answers. Or maybe, ask myself some more questions, and there's this outward chance, that I might find answers in the questions..