There are some dreams we do not even dare to desire aloud.
Dreams we write only in the silence of our own hearts, when we are completely alone.
Bhutan was one such silent dream for me.
That tiny feather of a land resting near India’s “Chicken’s Neck” had entered my heart nearly twenty-five years ago. Even when my dear Beena called and spoke about the Bhutan trip, I still wasn’t completely sure if I would ever truly make it there.
And then, in the last week of November, when the world was beginning to wrap itself in winter mist, I stepped onto the soil of Bhutan with the She Goes Travel Group. It felt unreal. Like I was walking inside a half-awakened dream.
Dear Amee and Naji…
I am not recording this journey in photographs or words. I am preserving it inside my heart.
She Goes took a dream that once felt as distant as the sky and gently placed it into the palm of my hands.
That land I had longed for so deeply…
That meditative, sacred space…
Many of the sights Bhutan gifted me were seen through eyes blurred with tears. Valleys glowing like blue gemstones. Silence so profound that language itself disappeared for a while. Moments where words failed, where I forgot speech entirely and simply dissolved into the stillness. The intoxication of mist, the soft ringing of prayer bells carried by the wind, the strange peace that settled inside the soul…
How do I ever thank you enough?
From the morning of November 21st onward, every single moment was held carefully by Amee and Naji. These girls managed the journey with such sincerity and attention that not one person felt discomfort or worry. For seven days, they showed us everything they possibly could. At times, they even argued and negotiated with local guides just to make sure we experienced more.
Not everyone experiences travel in the same way.
For me, travel is meditation.
Every journey baptizes me into becoming a new person again.
(Of course, without delay, life slowly drags me back into all its dust and chaos. Perhaps this too is part of the cycle.)
When I travel, nobody else exists beside me.
There is only me, the sky melting into the earth, the clouds, the rivers, and silence.
And if this meditation called travel must ever reach completeness, then one must visit Bhutan at least once in life.
Bhutan is not merely a country.
It is a soft prayer dissolving into the soul.
It is the sound of temple bells melting into scented mountain winds.
I want to travel with these girls once again.
With She Goes, you can travel happily and safely, without carrying a single worry in your heart. To me, this does not feel like a business for Amee and Naji. It feels more like a prayer.
Like snow melting under sunlight and becoming one with the earth, they gently dissolve us too into the lap of nature through the sincerity of what they do.
May every dream journey in this world come true through you. ❤️
— Tara Kavungal
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