The same route can be used for hiking up to Kila..would take you just 45 mins or an hour from the turn. Another route is, descending down from Chalela Pass ( towards the meteorological station side). But one is advised to go in a group for bears frequent the jungles nearby. The nuns shared a whole lot of bear spotting tales and one does find it eerie climbing all by yourself in the forest.
KILA for sure has left a huge mark and having visited this place five times, i can still say that i’d never get enough of it!
Here’s a glimpse of the Nunnery through my lens and words ????
As the dawn struck the boundless blue sky
Lighting up the magnificent Himalayas that stood so mighty and high!
While the warm sunshine kissed the snowy peaks with love
Just like a stream of gold..the sky looked splendid above!
So I set out on a journey to the mystical land so divine
Driving through the morning fog along the ambrosial rustling Pine
The dew on the vibrant flowers was yet to melt away
The sweet symphony of the rustling leaves echoed as the soft breeze made them sway
I packed my bags and with my trekking stick I hit the slushy ground
The monotony in the air was broken by the chirping that resound
The Spanish fungus that hung like chandeliers graced the mighty trees
Walking all by myself in the lap of nature..I felt like a spirit so free
One glimpse of the spectacular Monastery gleaming over the cliff
You couldn’t really tell and yet it looked as if
It called me out and embraced me in its Himalayan solitude
While I felt, I was transported to another world with all my pensive thoughts subdued!
The world you hear about in the stories or read about in the book
With pines and wild flowers all around and silver trouts shimmering in the Brook
The fallen woods lavishly clothed in the greenest of moss
The dazzling rhododendrons befitting the trees thriving across
And as I tread the road not taken.. one step after the other
The Gompa shone brilliantly and to my Haven I got closer
The enchanting drums and chimes played in harmony together
I knew I was making memories that I’d stow in my heart forever
And there they were draped in maroon.. living a life of enlightened souls
Some were barely 8 some in twenties while a few of them quite old
But no matter what the age they all had one similar quest
Leaving the worldly pleasures behind yet living life with full zest
And then there was one of them who remains in my memory etched
Who stood all alone by herself, kind of distinct from the rest
She had a tattoo on her hand from the life she lived before
With sparkle in her eyes, she talked about her dreams galore
She had that nostalgic smile, while she talked about her life as a carefree child
But then she wanted to be a nun ever since she was 10 and she had no regrets since she self exiled
Her grit and determination at this age took me quite aback
At eighteenth, I’d probably couldn’t care less when I now sit and look back
And just then the bells rang again signaling our rendezvous to an end
It was time to bid goodbye to this incredible new found friend
And As she joined the others singing praises to the Lord
For the first time ever , with my spiritual self it struck a chord
While I tredded back home on a stony path with a renewed insight
I knew I’d just made a memory to cherish and a story that I’d love to write!