From the downhill it looked like a small monastery perched on a cliff , kind of sandwiched between the mountains, it made us more inquisitive of what the valley beholds. There’s a cafeteria at halfway of our destination that gave us an enthralling view. The bridge was the third and the last leap , covered with colourful flags all around . The first step on the stairs of the mighty shrine, will make a shiver run down your spine, not only because it was icy cold but also there’s something magical about the atmosphere. Climbing up the spiral staircase, I realised how sacred the shrine is and the monks chanting prayers made me wonder how can a monastery up above the hill clinged between cliffs , can be so poised and magnificent. I kept gazing deeply into the most bewitching lamasery.