"I am going to write about this.", I told myself countless times.Staring at the outer Himalayan Range while moving along on another snow clad peak on a surreal day with brilliant blue sky, I was simply mesmerized. Mostly moments pass us by,but there are some,where you stop thinking about any particular thing and reach an absolute void.All of a sudden you get the perspectives,you realize your purpose,you are thankful for the love you get and so on.Then the moment disappears and you're right back into the rat race that life is. Standing atop the peak,looking at an incredible view, it seemed the fleeting moment would go on forever.It was partly funny too. On most other days of the year I would be staring at a wallpaper imagining myself in places, only for someone to break my reverie. The world is not a wish granting factory. Well, not always.
It was sub zero temperatures outside. We were tired bodies sitting on planks in a small abandoned hut some on top of a peak discussing life mostly while gulping down Old Monk. Most of them were strangers to me until earlier that morning,yet here we were discussing our lives, weaknesses, fears. We discussed about how mountains teach you humility.The vastness captures you. In the end love is all that there is, love for your family, for yourself, for nature, for everything. Everyone discussed about things or people they cared about.We came outside, and it seemed I could almost touch the stars. My mouth fell open. It was the purest moment in my mind where I simply could not have anything but positive thoughts. Almost everything seemed fair. I realized how lucky I have been to have the people I have had. Family, my closest friends. It wasn't a full moon but I looked around and I imagined myself standing in a mountain of silver, or was I? "I am going to write about this" , I thought to myself.
Aritra Majumder and Shisagnee Banerjee, thank you for being such a constant rock in my life. I have never done this much, but in those moments where the only thing interrupting my thoughts was the sound of mountains,I made up my mind to let you two know how thankful I am to have you in my life. One requires constancy in life, and I would not be the person I am without family and you people behind me. Thank you for everything.I hope I don't fail you, ever.
I have never had the opportunity to travel much. Yet the graph has seen a somewhat rise in the past couple of years.I have read travelling gives you perspective.Indeed it does.This blog serves as the pensive of my own thoughts.I can only hope I turn out to be a better person than yesterday.
This is not a travel blog, yet, for information's sake we had gone for a snow trek at Parashar Lake. It is on top of a peak some 50 kms from Mandi from where the famous Dhauladhar Outer Himalayan Range starts.
