Chamba

There are encounters after which the whole world seems to wink at you, as if to say, “Look, your story is beginning.” A random street, a familiar face, and suddenly the air thickens, as if before rain. Everything becomes too loud, too bright, too alive. And the heart, which usually remains calm, begins to behave like a schoolboy at recess - noisy, fighting, laughing for no reason.

Love here is not about pathos, but about that strange feeling when even God seems to have intervened in the script - everything coincided so aptly. Warm, a little absurd, and with that sweet fear that makes you want to walk slowly so as not to scare away the miracle.