Dayara Bugyal Trek, India

Tripoto
15th May 2015

MY DREAM IS TO FLY!!!

Photo of Dayara Bugyal Trek, India by Hinal Shah

Yes I was thinking about it. Yes I was afraid. A trek after almost 10 years! I had gained like 20 kg of weight since my last trek. Was I fit enough? Will I e ale to walk? Will I be able to breathe? Will I stay alive? It sounds silly now but the storm in my head was very real then. I was full of doubts and short of confidence. But there was low, suppressed voice inside that was telling me to go ahead with it. And everything became quiet once I said yes. All the chaos came to peace like this clear still water. I was excited like never before and couldn't wait for the trek!

I could wake up to this EVERY SINGLE DAY!!

Photo of Dayara Bugyal, Uttarkashi, Uttarakhand, India by Hinal Shah
Photo of Dodital, Barahat Range, Uttarakhand, India by Hinal Shah
Photo of Dayara Bugyal, Uttarkashi, Uttarakhand, India by Hinal Shah

Selfie to banti hai..

Photo of Dodital, Barahat Range, Uttarakhand, India by Hinal Shah
Photo of Dodital, Barahat Range, Uttarakhand, India by Hinal Shah

First few days were tough. I was often be the last one walking. I would look back and find nobody following me. I felt restless, competitive, motivated too at times. But my body would give up after a point. I felt exhausted after reaching the campsite and wondered what is wrong. I was supposed to enjoy! I was supposed to fall in love with nature, with the mountains.. But nothing of that sort was happening. Instead there I was, tired and depressed. Where was the energy??

On 3rd day of the journey, I met this wonderful human. He was 92 years old and walked faster than us. A monk living alongside a lake and a small temple. But guess what, his little abode was completely solar powered! He said if you wait for things to happen for you, you would be 100 years old and still be at the same place. You have to figure out a way and do what works for you best. That obviously hit me hard given the circumstances. :p

People you meet on the journey..

Photo of Dayara Bugyal Trek, India by Hinal Shah

The next morning, I woke up to this. I knew in my heart that today was my day. I was pumped up and started walking with great energy. I was enjoying the serene views, snow capped peaks all around me for the first time. Everything was falling in place. Fast forward a couple of hours, restlessness, exhaustion, tiredness. Hahhahaa! I thought this was supposed to be the day that would magically change me. So filmy right?! I came back to reality but those two hours made me realized what I was missing. I was missing the "present". 

I hadn't come all the way here to just walk blindly for 7-8 hours a day. I was there to be one with the nature. I was there to sing the same song as the mother earth. I was there to live. The mountains weren't going anywhere. The trees weren't going anywhere. So why and what was I rushing towards? Why was I stressing on reaching before everyone does? And what was I missing in the process? I was missing the present. Was it worth it? No. I realized it wasn't a race after all. Everyone had their own rhythm and I just had to find mine. And I did.  

Majestic mountains and tiny humans..

Photo of Dayara Bugyal Trek, India by Hinal Shah

We often get so overwhelmed by the destination that we forget about the journey. In the end, it is the journey that creates so many memories. It is the journey that makes the destination special. Why does reaching the summit make you feel proud? Because you have worked hard on your way up, in my case, really hard! :D In fact, there has been a time when I was walking completely alone. Nobody was in sight before or after me for like an entire stretch. But surprisingly I was not afraid. I didn't think even for a single moment what if I'm lost. I just kept following the route and the signs along the way. I have to admit I sort felt proud of myself. It doesn't matter if you are walking alone or on a path taken by few. 

One of my favourite pictures from the trek.. Can't believe my old Xolo captured this one!

Photo of Dayara Bugyal Trek, India by Hinal Shah

Oh yes, there was a time, finally, when I would look back and find at least a few people behind me. :D ;)

The most exciting and thrilling patch of entire trek. Darr ke aagey, jeet hai.. :p

Photo of Dayara Bugyal Trek, India by Hinal Shah

How can I forget these beautiful people? One of the most supportive group I have been to. We would all sing together on the trail, play cricket at the campsite, play cards in the night, wake each other up every time somebody had to pee in the middle of the night. Such beauties. Except, the kids in the picture. They kept teasing me by calling me aunty! 

The stories are never ending.. Adios till we meet next!