The Origin Point

"Barfiwala, Opposite Metro RRTS"

I am a marketing professional who is no longer engaged in an active job, but I must say Barfiwala has always been my cherished first stop for a steaming cup of tea served in an earthen cup.

This place is on the outskirts of Modipuram, situated on the Delhi-Mussorie-Haridwar highway. You know what, this unassuming stall is nothing, but it holds a treasure trove of memories dating back to 1994, when I was a nobody in the marketing field but a traveler for sure.

I love the simple joy of tea amid the students coming here from different professional schools. They still do, plus the crowd is traveling to different places from this point now in bigger numbers.

Back then, life moved at a leisurely pace, as there were no towering structures or modern hum, just the aroma of freshly made barfi (a sweet made of thickened milk) mingling with the earthy scent of brewing tea. I'd perch on a rickety plastic stool that you can see in that corner, watching the world go by.

Families getting down from their cars and the occasional cycle bell ringing like a nostalgic chime. Little did I dream that decades later, a metro and rapid train station would rise majestically right across the road, transforming this quiet corner into a transit hub pulsing with commuters.

Today, as I sip from that same earthen cup, keeping it near the patties heater, its warmth seeping through my palms, I'm struck by the blend of old and new. The metro's whoosh contrasts with Barfiwala's timeless charm, yet it evokes a profound sense of continuity.

This spot remains my anchor, whispering tales of simpler times while I dream of future adventures. Here's to enduring flavors and fading echoes of yesteryears!

I still recall my favorite song, "You pour love on my fingers," by Don Williams, but now I want to replace the words with "You made me a crazy nomadic." Yes, this point is special for me, and I come sit here whenever I am in India.

I didn't go in, as the temperature was almost 3 degrees C and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds, so I sat here.

You won't find that trails here which tempt trekkers through terrain, here dusty paths wind past roaring vehicals and and definitely no hidden caves, but it gives me a strange thrill.

Roads don't reveal rustic retreats, but lead to hills and sleepy Himalayan villages, and peaceful vallies offering weary travelers simple joys like crackling fires and stories shared under starlit skies.

Once you start from here you vanish into vast, valleys, meadows and misty rivers, inviting travelers like me to rugged cliffs at dawn's first light.

This place is good for exploring every eager traveler's heart with flavors of street-side eateries and laughter coming from locals.

Maybe its landscapes don't lure lovers of the beaches and parks or wild places, where solitude heals the hustle, rediscovering peace in earth's untouched embrace, but for me this place always gives me thrills in the form of a starting point to the Himalayas through NH-58.

This is where my Geo-Quest Mystery journey begins because now the busy roads and the rush are the roaming realms through timeless earth, carrying tales of explorers who followed their currents to the world's most magical, uncharted corners. All this, but where I am standing is the starting point of my countless journeys, official as well as for joy and fun.

You know I often try to write poems, although I am no good at that! For instance, I did one as follows, so if you ask me to describe myself as a person, I am the one whom—

Trails tempt thrilled trekkers through terrain.

Roads reveal remote, rustic retreats.
Adventures await along ancient avenues.
Vistas vanish into vast, verdant valleys.
Exploring the great Himalayas, the holy Ganges
Or just sitting on the river fronts.

Or if I describe myself in a poetic way, I am like

Trying to traverse tall, rugged terrains, roaming reveals vast, real mountains. To me adventurers arrive at rare retreats, valleys bring thrilling, secret trails. Exploring evokes pure, raw elation, landscapes lure eager, true ramblers; endless routes rally adventurous hearts.

Maybe I reflect the way, as they say:

Nomads navigate nights sitting under stars.
Oh yes, for sure!
Mountains rise, majestic, mirroring their untamed freedom.
An array of horizons always pulls adventurous hearts afar.
Dear oh dear, do you hear me?
Infinite trails ignite my soul in a restless thrill.
Can you hear me?

Cost of tea was less than 1 cent when I started drinking it and it still is a little over 2 cents.

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