I Went to the Mountains to Celebrate My Placement, And Came Back Changed
Hi, I’m Paras, born and brought up in the ever-moving, fast-paced life of Delhi. A city full of ambition, competition, and endless noise. Recently, something big happened — I got placed in a top company right after college.
For someone from my background, this was a huge milestone. My friends celebrated with weekend parties, club nights, and trips to Goa. Me?
I chose the mountains. It may sound strange, but I didn’t want loud music or flashing lights. I wanted silence, space — something real. So I booked a ticket and headed north.
1. Not a Trip, But a Homecoming
I’ve always felt drawn to the mountains — not just for the views, but for how they feel. Peaceful. Pure. Honest.
I chose a remote trek route, not one of those overly commercial tourist spots.
My only plan was to disconnect and soak it all in. I carried a journal, a few essentials, and a heart full of questions.
I didn’t expect answers — I just wanted clarity. And that’s exactly what I found.
2. The Spiritual in the Simple
On one of the days, I stayed at a local monastery for the night. It was cold, quiet, and humbling. I sat in on the evening chants, not fully understanding the words, but feeling every vibration in my bones. I lit a butter lamp — not for a wish, but in gratitude. Gratitude for the journey, for my parents, for the failures that shaped me, and now, for this success. One of the monks told me, “Mountains don’t speak, but they listen. That’s why people come
here to heal.” I’ll never forget that.
3. Culture That Grounds You
I also spent time with locals — helped stack firewood, ate home-cooked food, and learned how they live with so little, yet smile so much. Their simplicity, their rhythm of life, it all felt like a reminder of what truly matters. In Delhi, we often equate growth with pace. But in the mountains, I saw that growth can also mean depth. I didn’t feel like a tourist there — I felt human again.
4. Coming Back, But Not the Same
When I returned to Delhi, everything looked the same — but I wasn’t. I walked slower, spoke softer, and started appreciating small things more. The placement, which once felt like the final destination, now felt like just the beginning.
This trip wasn’t just a celebration. It was a reset. A quiet thank you to the universe, and a reminder to never lose the person I found in the mountains. If you ever get the chance — go. Not just to travel, but to listen. To the wind, to the stillness, and maybe, to yourself
