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G. Santosh Raj, poet, traveller, photographer, story teller, harmonica player, and an employee of the Central Excise department.

I used to think of government as one of those places where you would least expect to find poetry - hmm, that could be the problem with my mindset about government as well. "There is poetry in everything. That is the biggest argument against poetry," thus goes a famous quote by Miroslav Holub.

We met in April, during a trek in Bisle forests. At the camp in the jungle where we stayed overnight, he recited shayaries, told of stories of his younger days - stories of love and failure of love and heart breaks - and played wonderful tunes in that harmonica for us. That is one of those nights I don't want to forget.

Before parting ways, he wrote this shayari for me on my notebook.

Musafir is tarah chaltha firtha kyon hai
Le ke ankhon mein ansoo is tarah hasta kyon hai
Aakhri din aayi zindgi magar
Woh din aate aate khud jaata kyon

I just called up to ask for permission to post the picture and poem here, and he graciously allowed me to do so. Thank you, good sir!

And to save myself from potential trouble, none of these mean that yours truly dig poetry very deeply. Also, I needed help to understand this shayari well enough, since my grasp of the language is lacking. I just happen to be curious about a number of things.