I never thought I'd end up in India. And while sitting on my own in my unit in Sydney, trying desperately to pull myself out of the hole I was stuck in, a good friend of me said:
"You know Jen, sometimes we think we've got it all planned out, and then it doesn't work that way. But God has a plan, even if we can't see it."
I'm not super religious, though I do believe in a higher power.
And going to India really was the best thing I could have done for myself. It took a few weeks, but gradually and then suddenly, I started to feel like me again.
Next stop on my travels was a trip with my dad to the beautiful koteshwa temple. Absolutely stunning, so serene..
We also took a trip that day down to one of dads tunnels. It was interesting, it was the first time being in one of his tunnels since I was very little. The most fun part for me was stomping about in puddles with wellies on.. some things never change!!
My birthday was fast approaching.. meanwhile, since attending the wedding in Delhi, a certain boy and i had been texting every day... feeling very smitten with one another. He told me he wanted to take me out on a date on the Friday before my birthday, and was also planning a birthday party for me for the Saturday. How exciting!! He said he wanted to ask my father's permission to take me out, and while my dad was honoured, he said it was up to me. Of course I said yes.
Leading up to the date I started getting more and more anxious, but the moment we saw each other all anxieties dissipated.
He took me into Srinigar, and we had an amazing rooftop candle lit dinner, overlooking the entire town. It was very romantic.
The next evening, he had done such an amazing job organising my party. There were balloons, delicious food, and wonderful company.
Without a doubt, I'd fallen head over heels in love with this man. I've never felt such a strong connection, nor been so compatible, with anyone before. But in just a few days we were due to leave India, and head to Sri Lanka.
On our way to Delhi, we stopped and spent a night in rishikesh, and my man followed, before heading off to visit his family. It was hard saying goodbye, but we both knew it wasn't forever. At the moment, he's applying for a visa to visit me in Sri Lanka, and I miss him dearly.
This ends the section of my story on my journeys through northern India, but I've no doubt I'll be returning soon! Keep your eyes peeled, the next section about arriving in Sri Lanka is on its way!!
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