Somewhere Between Delhi and the Mountains

I told everyone I was going to Punjab and Himachal Pradesh for work. That wasn't a lie.

I had business meetings lined up in Ludhiana, and they were important. They gave me a reason to leave Delhi, a schedule to follow, and something productive to focus on. But if I'm being completely honest with this journal, work wasn't the only reason I packed my bag.

I also left because I couldn't get a girl off my mind. For weeks, every quiet moment belonged to her. I kept replaying conversations, imagining different endings, and wondering if there was something I should have said or done differently. Delhi had become a place filled with reminders, so when the opportunity for business came up, I decided to extend the journey into Himachal Pradesh.

Maybe a change of scenery would change my thoughts. For a few hours, contracts, conversations, and planning pushed everything else into the background. It felt good to be productive again, to remember that life still moved forward even when my heart felt stuck. Once work was finished, I headed into the mountains.

As the roads climbed toward Dharamshala, the noise inside my head slowly began to quiet. The city disappeared behind me, replaced by forests, winding roads, cool air, and mountain views that seemed endless. The next day I explored Dharamkot without any real plan. I walked wherever the roads led me, sat in cafés overlooking the valleys, watched the clouds drift across the mountains, and let myself simply exist for a while.

I realized something sitting there. I had spent so much energy trying to stop thinking about one person that I had forgotten to think about myself. The mountains didn't erase my feelings. They didn't make me forget her.

It reminded me of the old story about the man who found a treasure hidden in a field. Everyone else only saw an ordinary piece of land, but he knew something priceless was buried beneath the surface. I came looking for a way to forget someone. Instead, I uncovered something I had buried inside myself.

Perspective. Hope. A little peace.

I remembered that I have dreams worth chasing, businesses worth building, places worth exploring, and people I haven't even met yet.  By the time I drove back to Delhi, I still thought about her.

Maybe I always will. This trip wasn't just about business meetings in Ludhiana. It wasn't just about visiting Dharamshala and Dharamkot.

It was about discovering that sometimes the greatest treasures aren't found in a destination they're uncovered somewhere along the journey, hidden beneath the weight of everything we've been carrying.

I left Delhi hoping to lose someone from my mind. But Can't ! and for now, that's enough.

Thanks For Reading

Prateek Gupta 

1:11 PM

Delhi, India

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