If there’s something I’ve learnt by years of travelling across India, it’s the art of living one moment at a time. Whenever you plan out your travels, I am sure that most of you list down the top things to do. In fact, thanks to the constraints in life, sometimes, we even try to squeeze in a hefty lot of things and set unrealistic targets for the day.
I’ve done the same thing a number of times. Most of the times, I’m caught by this not so pleasant thought- “I have no clue if I can ever come back to this place again, so I would rather tick everything off the itinerary.”
But let me ask you a simple question—what’s the point of spending hundreds and thousands of penny in a place where you cannot invest your time to appreciate the beauty of it? This simple thought caught me when I went to Spiti in November, 2019. I’ll tell you how.
I’m not a full time traveler yet. I have to work my ass off throughout the year to earn those holidays where I can do the things I love the most. For Spiti, I had like ten days to explore and get wasted in its beauty. And as life would have it, my frequent travel plans only allow me to backpack, HRTC buses, inexpensive rest houses and even hiking to save money—hence, that means I spent around 2.5 days to reach Spiti and another 2.5 days for my trip back to Delhi (I took the Shimla-Kinnaur-Kaza route as the route via Manali was closed by then). That effectively means 5 days of solely exploring Spiti Valley, which is way too less considering Spiti is huge and has many corners to explore.
The first few days were smooth like knife on a molten butter—the beauty of the place radiating in corners and touching the deepest corners of my heart. Now, let me tell you, November is Spiti is a winter venture. By the end of October, Spiti starts receiving a lot of snowfall that cuts it off from the rest of Himachal Pradesh. But thankfully, it didn’t snow during the first two days. The sun shone high up in the mountains and the breeze gave me chills down my spine. In the first two days, we were stunned by the beauty of the Pin Valley, a place that I will forever be thankful for. The night when I got back from Pin Valley was all about sipping on some local wine and hearing stories from our caretaker. I also planned how the following day I would visit Langza and Hikkim, as these are the places I really wanted to explore. I was excited as hell. Soon, sleep struck me and I was fast asleep.