We headed towards the Rohatang Pass . Both sides of the road were covered with ice mountains. It was like those places we can only dream about. Due to the cloudy weather, it was raining slightly. The cold was at its apex with snow surrounding and mild raining. My nose had turned red and the palms had got collapsed. I dig out the fresh snow and tasted it. It was just like getting ice from the natural freezer. Then we headed towards Spiti valley. I couldn't believe my eyes when we were getting down from Rohatang Pass towards the valley. The road was guided by snow-capped mountains and little springs at some turning points. We halted at a place and set our tent . The day was exciting but the night was mesmerizing. The river was flowing by the side of our tent. The place was full of pine trees and the stars strewed firmament with moon glazing. As if the heaven had descended to the earth. The snow was illuminating because of moonlight.
No, I wasn't dreaming but was pinching myself high.I didn't blink my lids as I wanted to engulf the moments and capture the sight. The solace and bliss that prevailed my heart gonna stay with me forever. The journey will always be raw in my memory Lane.