The landscape besides train tracks was transformed into typical fields of rice and marigold. Yes, the ones that we have had enough of in Yashraj films(But still can't get enough because bollywood is in our blood). The temperature had drastically increased after 12 pm and I returned to my seat after standing on the door for many hours. In the afternoon, the train was reduced to just a 3 bogey ride since many coaches were removed at Ambala Cantt. This was something new for my eyes. Train had reached Chandigarh at around 4pm. I quickly reached the Bus terminal. Chandigarh surely felt like a well-planned city and a quiet one(Maybe because it was a Sunday) but a lot humid than expected. I was so tired that day but I couldn't keep calm till I got onto the bus for Reckong Peo. I was checking nameplates of all the buses that were coming and going. The wanderlust within me was feeling sorry that I don't get extended holidays as I read those nameplates. Dharamshala, Shimla, Manali, Rishikesh and what not. I was constantly annoying the depot personnels at the query counter regarding the bus. But they were very helpful. All the chaos at the bus terminal was strange. I was about to leave all this chaos, hustle-bustle of city life behind for many days. This was a first of its kind for me. The bus was jam-packed as well. It was going to be one heck of a ride, I realised. Our less spacious HRTC bus was constantly turning to the left and right alternatively once we left Chandigarh and got onto the Himalayan expressway. The highway is being expanded so there was much dust while on the way. But what got me more worried was the amount of trees they had to cut down for making the transportation faster. Anyways, our bus made its way through Shimla , Narkanda and many other villages. I even saw some people getting onto the bus at 12 am near Shimla and then getting down at some other place ahead at around 1 or 2 am. What a life, I thought! While I did miss some certain things, I slept with a happy realisation that I would be in Kinnaur when I open my eyes. No other thought can beat the happiness of being free on road. We did stop for tea at 3 am and then changed our bus at Rampur. As the sun rose up; Kinnaur got me to fall in love with it slowly and then all at once. Our bus was traversing the partially wet narrow roads while sunshine was peeking through the rocks cut overhang. Such types of roads are a trademark of Kinnaur. The driver was taking on these roads with such finesse. We were being greeted with snow laden peaks occasionally amidst all the lush greenery in September. The whole view looked as if somebody had colour toned everything out of the window using Photoshop.