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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – I imprinted into me after reading it from the book ‘wild’. I saved a few pages to read during my first solo backpacking to the southern part of India, whispered gratitude to Cheryl strayed who inspired to take this journey and placed the book in my bag. In the contemplative quest towards mindfulness, I hopped onto the train, all way on the track my eyes were hypnotised by nature’s abundance, was back to sense after reaching the station, a fresh breeze caressed me to the unknown which is waiting to be explored. The yellow auto-rickshaw picked me to the destination, as I set foot on the entrance of the wooden house in Kerala, by seeing its view, every breath I inhaled with nature’s scent was surreal. Am ‘I landed at the right time or what? The sun is painting the sky with a spray of colours and vastness of the sea is caressing me beyond. I seized the sunset through my lens so that I will own the moment ever. There stand lustful rocks waiting for the waves to hit back them, love – it fills you with the warmth of every touch. Completeness on standing in the waves I once again fell in love with life. I started to walk on the rocks, came a long way. My grey eyes could witness only the vastness and the waves on constant rhythm to ears. I’m totally ‘being’. the rocks nudged me to lay down and slowly I begin to attach much more to the things around me because my survival depends on them. Suddenly my eyes got to a white shell which is beneath the rocks seems its hiding from the world. I bend to pick up but my hand sensed something! With all possible effect, I put my tiny hand to grab the piece but failed to lift it, finally put my head to have a closer look, to my surprise it was a hard-bounded paper. My assumption took lead as it giving me various options like it may be a book, or collection of sketch, or diary or just address book of tourist who missed it on the way. Curiosity is in peek and I carefully picked the book after a few attempts by shifting my body. If someone would have passed by, they will be put up a weird face seeing me, thank god I was not into centre of embarrassment. I examined over the cover, it seems unnoticed for months, my heart was trembling. Unfolded those pages, a fine cursive letter in black ink was imprinted on the thick paper – my eyes glued to the words and let my fingers embrace it, “memories of mine to you” – by Alicia. To the corner, she penned ‘to the stranger!’ I was in great relief, that unofficially got permission to read it, though the stranger might have known to her. I had a strong urge to flip over the pages. Only on a few sheets, the letters were clear and the rest was a spatter of water and seasonal change that stain the words unreadable. I convinced myself, the universe wants me to read what I deserve! After reading the pages, I able to connect with her and emotion will remain the same, wiped my tears. I never believed in coincidence but I’m a true listener whatever the path I choose, it is the road that teaches us the best way to reach our destiny. There are always stories of hope, wisdom, and recovery waiting to be told, she did to me with her words. Now I’m a believer towards the phrase – ‘words do magic.’ I realised stories have to power to change people. Holding the diary close to my heart, I whispered looking up at the sky. To the universe, you taught me a lesson in an unexpected way. I stepped down to the sand, the waves rushed to hold me and I truly understand that we are never alone if we allow ourselves to just love. I opened both arms and shouted to the infinite sea, I feel happy to be alive. the clouds embraced me with the drizzle.