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When I opened my eyes,
My neck ached, and my butt hurt,
The local night bus had been packed to the brim,
The uphill journey had been bumpy at best,
And how I yearned for my warm bed back home.
Cold early morning air blew through the open windows,
And like a full stop, all the chatter came to clarity,
As my sleepy eyes beheld for the very first time,
Those gold kissed, snow patched,
Mountains of the mighty Himalayas, and I realized,
This was home.
