My motorcycle is a trampoline which I use to jump into my inner self, just with a turn of key. In the remote Himalayan region no one knows me but there is a welcoming emotion latent within people’s approach. I feel blessed being away from an identity that I have made for myself in the city life. I feel happy not getting recognised by what I do but by just being there as a human. Similarly as I go away from my egocentric identity, towards those remote regions in mind, I feel a sense of freedom, detachment from the overpowering ego, welcomed by the distant silhouettes of bliss which were obscured by the stagnate thoughts.