My days in the mountain are so eventful that at times I think days have passed when it’s actually the same day.
Last week for me, seemed like 2 weeks was stuffed into one week. I went to my favourite restaurant Devendar’s and 5 hours later I went back, and said if he had the thing I wanted and he’s like “ Ma’am you came here 5 hours ago, it’s still the same day.”
In the city, an hour flies by but in the mountains weeks fly by. Sometimes even a month.
It’s so lovely to love your job. That everyday is a weekend. No not that I don’t do my job. In the sense, I am so engaged in it, taht it doesn’t matter what day or month it is. Because everyday you wake up to make a difference.
Actually this quote explains what I have to say :
The Delhi Girl Explores 
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