The Ending thoughts


Why are conversations with nature important? Is it a monologue that people talk about when they talk about being one with nature? My trip to Antarctica was filled with such moments when I was looking at a gigantic iceberg or a mountain or a visual play in front of me, just blankly. My body was giving out all the energy and vibrations to a supposedly inanimate thing. The moment every emotion went out of me, I was a vacuum, ready to suck in the energy all around me, the beautiful purity. It filled my heart with an unspoken joy. I felt at peace in those moments. A full conversation happened and no words were exchanged. This is the beauty of conversations with nature.



Sitting atop a quiet stone with gentle rays of sun bathing you in the dusk, this is what romance is. Looking at a giant glacier breaking from an even bigger ice shelf and crashing on to the sea, breaking the stillness, this is what submission is. Giving a penguin the right to first movement, is what respect is. A hump back deciding to float underneath your ship, is what power is.


 We were coming close to the end of our journey but I had no regrets. I have never felt more complete in my life. There was hope to see my loved ones and family back home with a renewed love for myself. The trip had made me reflect on myself, it had made me realize that true love is really loving yourself. I came back from my expedition to Antarctica with an empty heart, only because I had given it away to the serenity, the calm there. I hope I do go back but even if I don’t, I do hope that it stays the same for people who go there after me!


As we sighted the shore of Ushuaia, and sighted lights, buildings, cars first time in a fortnight, I realized what this journey had been. It was a privilege.




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