As I lay in my sleeping bag and listened to the sound of soft snow falling on my tent, I reminisced about the last few days which I had spent — working on the weekdays, followed by insane adventures during the weekend. This happened to be my last night in Himachal Pradesh. The next day, I planned to hike down to the city and pack up my stuff to leave for home after spending a week and a half working from hills and then hiking to the Hampta Pass, peddling from Rohtang La to Manali and camping near the mighty Chandra Tal. All I could wonder was how this campsite could feel more like home than home itself. There was a thin layer of a tent, another thin mattress, and a not-so-cosy sleeping bag between me and the cold ground. Yet it felt like the most comfortable bedding I have slept on in my entire life.