Chamba

There are encounters after which the whole world seems to wink at you, as if to say, ‘Look, your story is beginning.’ A random street, a familiar face, and suddenly the air thickens, as if before rain. Everything becomes too loud, too bright, too alive. And your heart, which usually stays calm, starts behaving like a schoolboy at break time - making noise, fighting, laughing for no reason.

Love here is not about pathos, but about that strange feeling when even God seems to have intervened in the script - everything coincided so aptly. Warm, a little absurd, and with that sweet fear that makes you want to walk slowly so as not to scare away the miracle.