HD - Phase 2 Complete

So am back in Mumbai and sitting under mountains of email and pending lists. It feels very weird to be back. And I can see myself slowly slipping back into the 'normal life.' The emotions and energy I felt yesterday - right after the trip - already seems to have been diluted and corrupted with the din of the city. Images keep coming of the distant Himalayas, of different people - the kids in Lamayuru who struggled with 7 times table, the policeman in Kargil who showed me shop shutters that got shelled in the war, the big and raw Ladakh, the wind, the smells, Maggi noodles, the girl near Panamik chewing gum and with sneakers who looked like Kareena Kapoor, the roads, the rivers, the army men, the guns, Kashmir valley with its glaciers and sheep, the 10,000 mountain goats going home in Jammu, the wink, smile and wobble of the head of the sheep farmer in Kashmir, Tibetan faces, Budhist faces, - it keeps coming and going, the visions keep coming and going. Am in between a phone call or a conversation and suddenly the mind takes a quick swing into Ladakh and back. And it feels weird. It feels as though the mind is trying to grapple at something that it knows it's quickly losing - something that is escaping. An innocence, a rawness that was revealed is quickly closing ground and I have no way to stop it.