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The Rising Sun

  I embarked on this trip to Himachal with the heavy thought that I felt like I was not doing enough. Almost every day, I had set life on a constant mode of procrastination, thinking there was always tomorrow. I thought maybe away from the crowd, in the mountains, I could plan my days, months, and years. I might have thought of giving up a zillion times during the treks, but something told me to keep going. When I finally climbed to the top, a row of snow-capped peaks peacefully awaiting the full moon night welcomed me. I reached home. I reached love. So, let me plan now. I took my phone out and sat at the edge of a boulder. Smiling at me was the beautiful full moon and a starry night sky. To my left were the healing Himalayan peaks covered with shimmering snow. A dog peacefully sat next to me. The silence was all around. This moment, this very moment of my life is what I call healing. I had one-on-one conversations with the universe. I imagined the moon to be my Appa and conver...

That Night

It was midnight, and I distinctly remember the cry of my wife within the rubble walls of an old hospital in our small town. It wasn't easy; there were no taxis, no cars, and no ambulance to rush her to the labor room. The rain was pouring outside, and I walked through the corridors, dripping wet from my black coat. The flickering bulb lit up the path with yellow dim light. I don't know why, but listening to my wife's screams made me feel worthless. My heart was heavy with regret, of not being a devoted husband to a loving wife. A nurse dressed in white ran into the room. I wanted to stop her and ask her how my Lily was, but she didn't spare me even a second. Another nurse pushed the door open and looked at me. Her eyes did not answer my question. I kept looking at her, expecting her to say something. "Lily?" I asked. The nurse gave me a blank stare. I was confused. I stopped hearing Lily's cries; instead, it was a baby's cry. For a second, I was lost i...