2012: The first time I heard about Spiti.
2018: The first time I visited Spiti.
The rest of the years in between were lost in planning, panicking and postponing. Let me elucidate.
I still remember the first time I heard about Spiti. Of all the boring, mundane listicles that were doing the rounds on Facebook, one instantly piqued my interest. I don't know whether it was the brilliant marketing or the breathtaking photographs, but all at once, I was intensely, madly and hopelessly bewitched by Spiti. I was only 16 years old and travelling anywhere without a guardian was an alien concept for me then. So when my parents, (who are otherwise always down to travel), used their ignorance to justify their lack of enthusiasm, Spiti along with 8762 other places was buried in my bucket list.
Two years later I started going to college and the passage of time rendered me invincible. Like any other 18 year old, I was brimming with hope only to be dejected every time a friend backed out from my well thought out plan. It became a cycle; detailed planning, ruminating about the places, and never materializing the plan. I did manage to travel with my friends to a bunch of places, but all the trips took place under college supervision.