Ever felt homesick for a place that isn’t your home?
I have and still do, for Kalpa, one of the most gorgeous of all places in the Kinnaur region of the Himalaya. A tiny, quaint hamlet, this is a place where sunshine is more golden than you would have ever seen, clouds so close that you can touch them, shooting stars that run in hundreds if you have the patience to sit outside on a cold evening, a few cafes that are so cosy that they make you feel like Christmas eve is just around the corner. Prayer flags at the Buddhist monastery run high in the cold Himalayan wind, flapping against the wind and each other.
It’s been a fortnight that I’ve returned from Kalpa, promising myself that I will get back, for days or months or life this time.
If you, too, have ever felt homesick for a place that isn’t home, tell me of it. Would love to hear your stories too.