Writing a travelogue has never been easy for me because, as soon as I clutch a pen, I find myself in a dilemma- what should I write about? In the objectivity of space and time, should I portray the characters that I met, the events that occurred, and the sceneries that I saw? Or should I delineate the whirlwinds that I so intimately felt, being submerged in total subjectivity? That is, should I write a story or a poem? In the depth of bliss, poetry is what I write. Therefore, O friends, come and listen to my poetry of the North interspersed with a story.