How to travel while staying still?

For one month I have not moved from around Pushkar lake. It is not of affection to this place, but because of affection the the people. I found a family here. I found a home. Neelam-guesthouse has becomea small Finnish-Indian community; two Barbiejis and two Babajis. Happiness from doing the laundry, happiness from washing the dishes, happines from sitting in the sun, happines in blue and brown eyes.

Movement makes you feel the wind in your hair, gets them dishevelled and wild. Staying still lets you see the same view at night, with no wind, with no sun. You learn from the shadows, not only from the light. People and relationships are my best teachers to see my reflection, having the same frame for a longer makes you notice the uneveness on the clean surface. It makes you see that sometimes your smile is tired, sometimes your energy is bad. Sometimes the lake looses its energy and is only gray, with no trace of mystical holiness it had the day before.

Today I have been reminded of my age. I am very young. I do not know. I have a childs mind. But I am not a child. I am learning, no denial, but in what way? And why like this? So many warnings come to me; do not lose your heart here, do not trust this place. But who to listen? Today I am a stranger to myself. Today I am a child and a young girl learning her lessons about. Today I watch my step. Today I feel many eyes on me. Many eyes meaning good. Because that is what family does. Takes care of each other.