I have always found Himachal Pradesh to be delightfully charming. The stunning valleys and its alluring woodlands, the quaint resorts by the hillside and the way the morning sun rays crawl into the bed, the hospitable locals and the sweetest kids with the chubbiest red cheeks, the spectacular sunrises and the softest sunsets, I can go on and on about the charms and hypnotic characteristics of the ever so gorgeous Himachal Pradesh. Be it the hippie cafes near Bhagsu Falls or the delicious cuisines at any food joint at Shimla, the silence at Chail or boisterous Mall Road of white …
This is probably the best thing I have done this year. When I headed for Manali, I just had leisure on my mind. Okay, a bit of shopping too. But then, Anil, a gentleman at the hotel, offered me a day’s trek. He gave me two choices, and I asked him to make the choice on my behalf as I was not acquainted with either of them. He chose “Lama Dugh”. Apparently, the climb was going to be a bit difficult initially but the destination would be worth it. I spoke with Mr Husband, and ended up with a “yes”.
Several times, all the journeys that we undertake, all the photographs that make us smile, all the stories that light up our little world, comes down to people. There are a few people you meet during these journeys, that leave an impression and years later, when you see their photograph, the memories become so vivid that you can actually relive the moment. This post is about some people I met in 2015, that left an impression on me.
After a sumptuous dinner and some light conversations around the bonfire the other night, we woke up early the next day to visit Billing, which was around 14 KMS ahead of Bir, considering our route. I made sure I get the birthday cake along, and fully planned to get the birthday boys cut the cake at Billing…in the mountains, below the sun, amidst nothing else but nature, and of course us. I forgot the candles though. Not being a morning person and having slept late the other night…I was almost in a trance for a while.