Travelling opens unseen doors welcoming new souls, ready to shed their inhibitions waiting for a chance to be discovered. This story is about a young lad with whom I spent some memorable time during my Spiti days. Loaded with my backpack I enter the bus on my way to a small village Kibber perched in the mountains. Observing the audience, I filtered out the travelers who were like me on a journey to self-discovery.
Our crossed paths several times during the next couple of days which somehow ensured that may be destiny wanted us meet. I made my way up to the stairs of the monastery where I was currently staying and notice this guy sitting silently near the Key Gompa.