Lost and found.!?

By Aditya in Travelogues
Updated 12:07 IST Feb 16, 2017

It was 3 pm as I checked in to the hotel. Heavy clouds were forming in the sky bringing along the gloominess. My travel so far had been satisfactory but the best part of the trip was in danger of being washed out. Weather forecast was not favorable either, ‘thunderstorm’ it said. After a quick shower, I relaxed by the window with a cup of hot coffee and it started to rain, lightning and heavy downpour. Sipping on the coffee, I was preparing myself to be indoor watching TV and having generic hotel food for dinner.

However, the rains didn’t last long, after half an hour of lashing it stopped and the sky started to slowly clear away. Sunlight was peeping in between the dark clouds and the city looked fresh and inviting. I ventured out with an umbrella (just in case it rains again) to take a stroll on the streets of Indore and fell in love with the city at first sight.

What a charming place this is. The first thing that came to mind was that, Indore has the typical charm of Purani Dilli without the disturbing aggression and arrogance of New Delhi, a lovely blend of heritage and metropolis. Along with the streets and monuments it is the people who make the city what it is and at least the people ‘I’ met had the ‘adab’ and ‘khush mizaj’ which makes them and Indore instantly likeable.

Anyway, as I walked along the Bombay-Agra road, I noticed a Gurudwara, and as they say, felt an instant ‘bulawa’. I have been to Hemkund Sahib (Uttarakhand) when I was in school but since then never been to a Gurudwara. Not sure of the protocol, I walked inside gingerly. The shoe stand was on left, “remove your socks along with shoes” read a board. I did that and slowly approached the steps. An old Sikh man was sitting at the gate and signaled me to cover my head. I covered my head with a handkerchief, washed my feet and went inside. With folded hands I bowed low at the ‘Takhat’ and had a brief one-on-one with Him. The verses being recited from the Guru Granth Sahib made the atmosphere soothing. I sat at a corner, kept the umbrella aside and closed my eyes for few minutes.

I walked out feeling better with a happiness that I cannot describe. 

Next was the most important aspect of the trip, done with various appointments with Him, it was time to indulge in the culinary feast at Indore’s Sarafa Bazaar. First things first, Sarafa Bazaar rocks, period! It is a must visit place for every foodie and deserves at least 2 visits to do justice to the amazing spread it offers.

My 5 course meal consisted of 10 flavor Pani Puri as appetizer, followed by Garadu for starter, main course comprising of Bhutte ka kees and Dahi Wada and finally Maalpua for desserts. Unable to eat any further, I walked out of Sarafa with a promise to be back for more in winter. As I was going back to the hotel, it started to drizzle and I realized that my umbrella was left at the Gurudwara.

More than 2 hours since I left the place, I was not sure if I could retrieve it. Even then I decided to take a chance and rushed there. The old man was still sitting at the gate. I said that my umbrella was left behind and wanted to check if it is still there. “Dekh lo beta, wahin hoga”, he said. I quickly covered my head and went inside. Bhajan was still going on, few people were sitting in the darbar listening with attention. My umbrella was exactly where I had left it. I took it bowed and came out with a smile. The old man said, “mil gaya na?” and smiled mysteriously. I smiled back and walked out thinking about his expression.

As I walked back to my hotel a thought stuck and lingered for a while, then finally settled down.

The restlessness and greediness to have more all the time makes us lose what we already possess. I lost the umbrella but was lucky to find it exactly where it was left. Neither me nor anyone else is so lucky with relationships, once a relationship is left behind, you will never find it where it was left. For neither are people inanimate objects like the umbrella nor the world a peaceful pace like the Gurudwara.

Travel is a kind and wonderful teacher.
Dear Indore, I will be back soon and hope to see you the way I found you this time.

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