Manali - Heaviest snowfall of the season

The day I was waiting for is finally arrived, To experience the snowfall and spend time in Manali as a locally is a dream from childhood, but that just happened when I decided to travel out of my home and Himachal became my home currently and trying to experience each and everything from traditions, foods , people , climate change and mostly snowfall..

I breathe in the sharp, cold, crisp air of winter, favouring the freezing freshness of it. Already, I feel my cheeks reddening as blood rushes to them, trying to warm my face. But the winter air is too cold, too encompassing, for that to work. I don't care. I decided to step outside and it took me a lot to think of it and finally,

I walked outside of my villa to see beautiful snowflakes drifting through the air lazily, covering the ground with a soft white blanket. They don't have a care in the world. A part of me wants to be a snowflake, for just a moment.

Tentatively, I take a satisfying step into the untouched, pristine snow and leave a footprint in it. It feels good to make the first mark in the snow. It’s as if I am leaving a permanent trace somehow, despite the knowledge that it will soon be gone. In this moment, I am an explorer of new worlds, an intrepid pioneer who has come to a new land armed only with the power of believe.