What five days atop a hill and a trek to a plateau can do to me.



I cant digest good food provided on the hill cause i am not used to good food.

I can in fact trek whatever heights.

I realise that behind every facade is a person with emotions and great amount of goodness.

I love washing utensils while playing antakshari

Maybe utopia exists (only atop hills)

Ding Dong... The cynicism says I am back from the hills...