The Hills Know My Name

There was a time when my mind never rested. Meetings, deadlines, expectations etc everything demanded a piece of me.

So one day, I left.

Not forever. Just long enough to remember who I was before the world told me what I should be. I took a small bag and walked into the hills, not as an escape, but as a return.

The wind didn’t care about my designation. The sky didn’t ask for achievements. The birds weren’t impressed by my opinions. And I felt… free.

Up there, silence wasn’t empty — it was full. Full of forgotten prayers, unfinished thoughts, and a still voice inside me that whispered:

“You don’t have to carry everything.”

That’s when I remembered the Gita –

“Karmanye vadhikaraste ma phaleshu kada chana. Ma karmaphalaheturbhurma te sango ‘stvakarmani”

In simple word : You have a right to action, not to its results.

I had read it before. Quoted it even. But only in the solitude of the hills did I understand it.

I stopped bargaining with life. I began offering.

I started doing my work — not to control outcomes, but to honour the moment I was in. I left the rest in the hands of something greater. Call it God. Call it Life. It knows me better than I know myself.

Since then, peace hasn’t been a place I go to. It’s a habit I carry within. A quiet knowing: Do your part. Let go. Trust.