Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

The memories of my travels through India have faded, slipped away like the world beneath the clouds of Darjeeling. I have lost sight of a distant place that was once so vivid, and the thought fills me with a sense of curiosity.

I recall embarking on an odyssey… with a man and a woman, on a mission to locate her Father’s village in Assam. We journeyed from the bustling streets of Delhi to the quiet foothills of the Himalayas, and then back down again to Kolkata…

But now, as I struggle to recall the details of that journey, I am left wondering: What did they expect? What did they discover? Pilgrims on a voyage of discovery.

A fog of forgetfulness engulfs me.