Yesterday morning I arrived to Bhagsu. It’s a tiny place in the outskirts of Dharamshala on an altitude of proximately 2000 metres. This is another world compared to New Delhi. The only thing I hear is silence and the water from the steam originating from up these stately mountains.
I see eagles flying just a few meters above me, circling around looking for prey, and I hear their characteristic sound. This cought me in my core in a way I never expected. These free, beautiful and powerful creatures being so close to me.
Humans have always had this urge to cage free animals. To own their freedom.
So here I am, early morning, having my dose of coffee, listening to the eagle’s cry and contemplating life. I’m thinking of friends, family and love. I’m thinking about how some restrain the ones they love, how they cage them in the name of love. I don’t want you to go because I want or need you.
Love is when I give a person the freedom of choosing to stay with me.
I look at the eagles circling above me. It’s a peaceful place where eagles thrive. They thrive because the environment is providing them everything they need to stay.