Our campsites were a whole camping world for us in which we were two good neighbors to each other.
And we were the neighbors who were in love with each other too.
It was true for wherever we pitched our tents during the period Eva and I traveled together in the mysterious valley of Lahaul and Spiti.
We would always pitch our tents by the riverside so that water was never a problem as well as it added a new dimension to the scenery around.
Playing with water was the best opportunity that the river by the side of the made available to us.
It also made an open toilet and the bathroom of our one-night world.
We had our kitchen served by its water too.
The interiors of our tents were our bedrooms, which we often shared with each other.
And the entire landscape outside the tents served as our drawing room where we sat, chatted, ran around and played games with each other to play the game of life more childlike than our ages permitted us at least from a traditional outlook.
She told me stories about her part of the world she had come from including the stories of the way she had come via.
Discussing the global issues was the best thing that we enjoyed together the most.
At times we fought very bitterly too, but then one single kiss from either side was enough to melt the bitterness away.
Whenever I thought that ultimately she would be parting company with me along with the camping world that we had created and shared together at different campsites along our way to Lahaul and Spiti, I felt I would be missing something at least for sometime in my life very much.
An emotional stupid me!
But she was emotional too, not less if not more.
And I still wonder why we didn't get swayed by our emotions and promise to be each other's partner for life at some intense moments of passions running high.
Perhaps because both of us were dead-against the institution called marriage that we didn't feel like binding each other with.
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