The stories she had heard;
The places she had imagined -
Unraveled in her mind.
The leaves that fluttered and changed colors with seasons.
The misty clouds and the peaceful lake.
The prayers that would be chanted far away
The mountains that enveloped the mystic place.
The greens of roofs and the snow that poured.
Ah! How many times she had tread across those roads and paths in her dreams.
How closely connected she had felt to that place
Most of the journeys are towards the unknown.
Yet, when the destination becomes a part of yourself -
It becomes an expedition of the soul -
Not just a physical but also a metamorphic trip
To feel nostalgic. To relive. To let go.
Maybe evolve and at last emerge.
She was excited
To see and experience
With her own eyes and with all her senses.
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